Worth, is a shiny thing,
or dulled and dim,
glittering and gold,
muddy and dark;
depending on ones
perspective.
How much worth,
is worth; worth,
when we don’t know
the worth of its
worth?
And usually too late.
I often cannot comprehend
my own worthiness,
or the worthiness I have
in the minds and eyes of
others.
Am I shiny and gold, or dull and dim?
The worth of these words,
hastily typed,
the first words of 2024.
Can I calculate their value,
their worth, to me,
to you?
Is there worth in merely existing
as prose on a page,
or as a background actor
playing on Broadway,
or the busker in a subway,
playing harmonica over an empty cup.
Worthy deeds,
worthy of praise,
or worthy of derision,
splattered with suspicion,
self-depreciation, and
general mistrust.
Is it worth the worry?
Is it worth the anxiety?
Shiny and gold.
Dim and dulled,
worthy of mysterious luster.
