I lie awake some nights to count
All my blessings that do abound.
Like some precious gems
I do perceive them.
I look upon this trove of treasure
With my heart imbued with pleasure.
Like a miser with his gold
His earthly income to enfold.
Unlike him I don’t have to hide
Lest it be taken from me or denied;
Tis in comparison quite intangible
Ipso facto not exchangeable.
For I know without a doubt
That if I cared to measure out,
Those things that I do hold dear to me,
My wealth would in abundance be.