Poetry Collection

Worth

By: Grayson Loffman

Every man holds a soul since birth, 

Untainted, pure, innocent and clean.

 Each one equal in it's worth.

But true value goes beyond what is seen.

People measure, through treasure and wealth,

Though all this goes with the blink of an eye.

Fortune veers and steers towards ill health 

Passing this sum to the next in line.

 Worth and value cannot be inherited 

Even though it may be rightfully merited.

It's something that each must earn for himself.

No one can be measured by numbers or wealth.

People could be compared in their social standings.

But again, this too, is also a faulty standard.

 The heights which man goes result in crash-landings

The question asked still remains unanswered. 

Others measure in spite of their strength.

 Lifting and working, onward nonstop.

To achieve such a prize, paid through great length;

 In due season, their crown they must drop.

Worth is not measured through numbers or years,

It's not something earned through blood, sweat or tears.

Worth is built off of character and self. 

This is where man finds his true wealth.