Worth

So you know the worth of life;

Is that with or without a wife?

Or does true worth to do with cash,

That you have so carefully stashed?

Does the worth of one fall too short,

Is it judged by a snooty court?

Is the worth we process to seek,

Really that special and unique?

Is freedom the key to it all,

Or your name on a bathroom wall?

Are you free to pursue your dream,

Seeking your own crème de la crème?

Do you judge your peers of their worth,

Are they worth more because of birth?

Duty and work, do they mean less,

Than a rebel whose life's a mess?

The pious, they walk narrow roads,

They live by their own set of codes.

Do their morals give them the right,

Look down their nose from Rapture's height?

Your worth, what does it mean to you,

Does it make you happy or blue?

Do you go to bed with good cheer,

Content with your worth, and sincere?

©February 10, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton