Holding my note pad
Pen in my right hand,
Observing this Earth,
Learning since birth,

But what is my life worth?

When there are people in the world with little to no hope,
They have close to nothing; all they do is mope.
The world is nowhere near perfect
When parts of it are subjects to neglect;

They are forgotten
Thrown away as if they were rotten.
Ousted and Isolated
Hungry and Dehydrated.

People need to return to humanity
In a world filled with insanity,
Global Warming, Poverty, Hunger, and War,
the fighting, the gore.

The world needs to change
And to many people, change is rather strange,
But this change is a small price
That strengthens the heart and soul, it’s worth the sacrifice.

The world is far from perfection
It’s missing human affection…
Now answer this question?
What is my life worth?

Is it God’s greatest gift?
Only when we uplift.
Is it Earth’s greatest curse?
Only when we make matters worse.