A treasure born of sorrow,
nurtured by time and every tomorrow.
It grows with age,
more precious then gold.
Cannot be bought
and not to be sold.
It comes to those
whether peasant or lord...
Who knows where to find
life's humble reward.
*** THE ANSWER IS: " WISDOM " ***
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