It’s that time of the year when accounts need to be adjusted
I am looking at the value of things in which I have invested
The value of a simple meal in the luxury of your home
Cannot be replaced with 5-star feasts wherever you roam
The value of a close friend who can comprehend your silence
Cannot be duplicated with anyone else’s empathetic inference
The value of each family member when you need them the most
Cannot be cloned by n number of acquaintances you may boast
The value of those who support you and you don’t even take note
Cannot be substituted with posers who can one day rock your boat
The value of unconditional love from parent spouse child or friend
Cannot be taken for granted it’s a perennial orchard you must tend
The value of a sincere smile that warms the cockles of your heart
Cannot be measured by material means try giving it back for a start
The value of common sense in times when cerebral capital is scant
Cannot be swapped with academic counsel of those who rave and rant
The value of experience for real even if it sometimes invites trouble
Cannot be gained by staying submersed in your own bubble
The value of money in a rich man’s world like a double-edged sword
Cannot be denied when put to good use altruism touches a chord
The value of ethics and attitudes in times rife with cheat codes
Cannot be negotiated for affluence and status whatever be your mode
It’s that time of life when so many things are being given a harder look
Let me close my eyes and think what will I ultimately include in the books