Why must I keep you out? What have I
That is of such value, that means so much,
That it cannot be shared?

Is there such a thing as can warm a heart,
Or heal a wound, or breed laughter or a smile,
That would not grow with sharing?

Yet, I watch my borders with such diligence,
Stopping cars and stamping papers,
Halting any threat of intrusion…

But you are undaunted, and pour in
Lured by riches I either hoard,
Or squander, or selfishly ignore

How I need the strength, the wisdom,
To know that life’s sweet pleasure
Is by nature a shared treasure

If only I could let you in,
By losing what I’ve kept, I’d win
Fortune without measure.

Ron Risley (San Diego, CA ca. 1990)