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 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 greatest worth.  I am the choicest fruit of toil.  Credit respects me, yet I am humble.  I stand before every man bidding him 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 heaps up my gain.  Fire and elements I defy for they cannot destroy me.  My assessors learn to believe in me; invariably they become envied.  While all things wither and decay, I survive.  The centuries find me younger, increasing in strength.  The thriftless speak ill of me.  The charlatans of finance attack me.  I am trustworthy, I am sound.  Unfailing I triump and detractors are disproved.  Minerals and oils come from me.  I am sound.  I am a producer of food, the basis for ships and factories, the foundation of banks.  Yet I am so common that thousands unthinking and unknowingly pass me by.

 

I am real estate.

 

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