Shes young herself, not yet twenty
\nOr at least she looks so to me
\nAnd swings her child upon a swing
\nAnd happy looks to be
\nSure, she has little and she knows it
\nBut her child and family are around
\nAnd in the little that she has
\nShe has the contentment that few have found
\nThe world over – who have much more
\nAnd her mother stirs in a pot
\nSome dish traditional from peaches of theirs
\nI think that they have got
\nThe priorities of life correct
\nLet the lesson loud be told:
\nYour riches are your family
\nYour riches are not your gold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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