Poem: LOVE IS, by J. Alan Hostetter

The old miser kept a stash
Of love, regrets and cash
He got wiser much too late
Death was waiting with his fate.

I guess he never heard
About the holy word
You can’t take it with you,
So know this is true:

Love is
Worthless, if you hoard it,
Priceless, if you give it
Away.

I’ll say it again.

Love is
Worthless, if you hoard it,
Priceless, if you give it
Away.

So give it away.

Don’t you dare grow old
Hoarding love like gold
It will wither and then rot
And what have you got?

If you give it all away
When you’ve lived your final day
It pays a good return
From others who learn:

Love is
Worthless, if you hoard it,
Priceless, if you give it
Away.

I’ll say it again.

Love is
Worthless, if you hoard it,
Priceless, if you give it
Away.

So give it away.

Don’t hoard love till you grow old
Love is not the same as gold
It is earned, but can’t be sold
It will warm you when you’re cold

It will share your heavy load
It will smooth your rocky road
It will pay more than you’re owed
You will reap what you sew

Love is
Worthless, if you hoard it,
Priceless, if you give it
Away.

So give it away.

J. Alan Hostetter

Author: poetryfest

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