I spent some time thinking alone
Until eventually I work up enough of an opinion
To put in my two cents.
And I think of my mom and dad
Working their fingers to the bone
Dark circles under their eyes
Shifting around on unsteady hips
Working
Because, they tell me, 'hard work pays off!'
Working
Already old at 45
Working.
But I stare down at those thoughts of mine
Pennies, in an otherwise empty jar
And I wonder if those thoughts
Will ever add up to enough
To be worth a damn.