I found myself one day,

A richer man,

For in my hands, warm and wiggling,

Lay the treasure of a new voice,

Bright and beautiful.

Never have I held a breath so fresh,

Felt a touch so gentle, it was but a whisper,

Gazed into the fragile strength of eyes so curious.

And as they gazed back, fears fell away,  

Revealing the wealth of a poor man,

And a world of wonder and enchantment.

So proud of this new found fortune,

I passed around my ten cent cigars

To a two-dollar world,

Filled my empty pockets with well wishes,

And slept each night as a king might,

Soundly with a smile.