It
was
a bit
volatile
when I first owned it.
Like a fragile precious metal—
I could not predict its worth from one day to the next.
As if to be a fine wine from American vineyards—it would not last forever.
To play the short-term, I knew, would be a losing game.
So, be the day a high or low—
I held on tight for
my dear life.
I knew
it
would
do
well
in the
long term hold.
Appreciating
like well-picked stocks—wealth—abundant—
And with a sort of start-up—soon to be a franchise—
It was then, in my age, I knew why the painting was worth more after the artist died.
