250824 Good Times

I think about the good times long ago
Some may say the good times are now
I think that depends on how you look at it
I have enough money to live, to pay my rent, have food to eat
That is a good thing for me
There were times when Joyce and I had to scrimp and scrape and hope we had enough money to get through until the next payday
Yet those were good times, we had to work together to make things work
We had such limited resources, we had to add up what money we had and often put one or more grocery items to cover and pay for groceries and yet those were good times
Now she has passed and nothing could bring her back
I would give all I have to have her back for a few years more
People say enough money can buy a person anything
But nothing can buy true love to another
One day we were both at work in town when burglars broke into our home and stole all of Joyce's jewelry, diamonds I had bought for her through the years it was more than $2,000, Joyce never wanted any jewelry after that day
One day I decided to wash all the windows inside and outside for Joyce, she appreciated that more than anything else
Sometimes a simple act gives the recipient more pleasure than many other things
Money alone doesn’t buy happiness.