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)
