What makes you rich? Depends on who you ask, I suppose. I'm putting all my chips on peace of mind. Now it gets tricky. How do you define peace of mind?
Sometimes they make fun of me for talking so slow. That's alright. My cousin, George, talks slower. I imagine he gets by okay knowing that our cousin, Murray, talks slower.
Now I've been driving life's highway while staring in the rearview mirror for some time. It feels fine to look up and see all the beautiful scenery again. In fact, I may just pull off the road at this next exit and walk for awhile.
I've got songs. I've got love. I've got stories and I've got memories.
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