Value

Often times at my dreadful old age I wonder at my value My worth is something that may at this stage still be due What might I do to fix this world or even this tiny home Would anyone even notice if my soul decided to roam Our value is determined but what we can contribute Not by the anguish or pain that we may distribute I have not the courage to simply fly to that place Where all the worthless will sleep and take up space So I find myself inflicting nuisance on those I love Where I have never fit like a warm winter glove Perhaps the latest sneak attack on my very being Will allow me the simple privilege of finally seeing Maybe at last end my brutal waste of time and air I wonder then will anyone with a mind really care Like millions of others in my sad world of fear and doubt I must wait and see what wondering about value is really all about WHC 2024

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