A man’s value we cannot just measure
By the sheer number of items he owns.
Too often it’s possessions we treasure,
Not the strength of his good heart and his bones.
We pay homage to big cars and mansions,
And measure wealth by the money he banks,
But pure values and faith are the stanchions
That support where a man’s worthiness ranks.
He stands tattered, disheveled and dirty
From breaking boulders or digging ditches,
But honesty and truth make him worthy,
With loyalty and courage, his riches.
Look hard before you judge your neighbor’s worth.
He may be the wealthiest man on earth.