When I close my eyes, I think of the happy moments when I was a boy,
It may have been finding a fossil in a cool, flowing creek bed.
Once I found a very old coin on a barn floor.
Or maybe an arrowhead sticking up out of a freshly plowed field.
Or perhaps finding a unique shell at the seashore.
I remember my excitement and how carefully I saved those treasures,
Many of which I still have and cherish sixty years later.
Since then, so many things have conspired to make me overlook such treasures
And dull that sense of excitement.
But as I grow old and my eyes aren’t as sharp,
I now find myself surrounded by new treasures to discover
And feel the same, or even a greater enthusiasm than I did as a boy.
Oh, I still find little treasure to pick up in the world around me,
But the greater treasure that brings the greater joy
Is to be found in the eyes of those around me,
A treasure deposited by God,
For even on crowded city streets
The spark, rarity, and beauty of this treasure
Can be readily seen
If you only open your eyes.