If teardrops were diamonds,
imagine how rich we could be.
If broken hearts equaled fortune,
possessions, abounding, by holding the key.
If loneliness could make us all wealthy,
we would all be considered "elite."
Exchanging our misery for rubies,
even living the life of a "sheik."
If failed relationships were equal to stock,
we could surely give Wall Street a whirl.
If emptiness transformed into an oyster,
our baskets would be overflowing with pearls.
If, by chance, we could measure life by precious gems,
the notion would not be so completely absurd.
The reality coming down to comparison,
we all merely search for the word. |