Worth More Than Gold

This may be broken, rusted and old
Cracked, with no value to be sold
But this be mine! Not yours, nor his.
To you, a relic without a use
To me a jar, containing memories
Next to me, when I sleep
In my dreams, when I weep
A sword, blunt and dead, but its spirit lives on!
This may be broken, rusted and old
But to me worth more than gold.