I feel that my presence as a human
isn’t needed much.
I don’t contribute much to life.
I’m slow at making lunch.
I’m not a big help ‘round the house.
I don’t make much money,
and I’m surely not an ideal spouse.
What is my purpose?
Bringing people joy?
That’s about all I offer.
I am just a toy.
I’m creative, but does it matter?
I’m athletic, but does it matter?
I’m resilient, but does it matter?
My presence on earth won’t last forever.
I’ll just become dirt again.
When I do,
then maybe I will matter.