I am Real Estate

I am the basis of all wealth, the heritage of the wise, the thrifty and prudent.  I am the poor man's joy and comfort, the rich man's prize, the right hand of capital, the silent partner of many thousands of successful men.  I am the solace of the widow, the comfort of old age, the cornerstone of security against misfortune and want.  I am handed down to children, through generations as a thing of great worth.  I am the choicest fruit of toil.  Credit respects me.  Yet I am humble.  I stand before every man bidding him to know me for what I am, and possess me.  I grow and increase in value through countless days.  Though I seem dormant, my worth increases, never failing, never ceasing;  time is my aid and population reaps my gain.  Fire and the elements I defy, for they cannot destroy me.  My possessors learn to believe in me; invariably they become envied.  While all other things wither and decay, I survive.  The centuries find me younger, increasing in my strength.  The thriftless speak ill of me.  The charlatans of finance attack me.  I am trustworthy, I am sound.  Unfailing, I triumph and detractors are disapproved; minerals and oils come from me.  I am the producer of food, the basis for ships and factories, and the foundation of banks.  Yet I am so common that thousands unthinking and unkowning pass me by.  I am Real Estate.

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