Seeking,
only that which is priceless,

not the riches of the world,
to hold and to covet,

not bubble-wrapped joys,
nor dead designer toys,

I seek,
only that which is priceless,

no gourmet lunches,
nor sterilised thrills,

no robes of fine silk,
they only give me the chills.

I seek,
only that which is priceless,

a moment away,
from the greed of the day,

some time off,
from hollow laughter,

far away from this glittering mall,

it doesn’t interest me,
if its not for all.

I seek,
only that which is priceless,

a cup of tea,
and a few mango slices