Worth (Sestina)A Poem by ConstanceA Sestina about what exactly things are worth, and when and when not to sell.
Times, It may seem life's lessons were not worth Those dark hours that you ofen had to spend Unsure, precisely, trying to add up the price Carefully deeming what you could afford to pay Never aware of each and every hidden cost As you searched for what all you should value
Perhaps you changed your mind on what's of value But if you've given it all, for all that it is worth That pride is most always greater than the cost Though you may have a very long life to spend Never for one moment forget you need to pay Careful attention, or you'll surely up the price
You may say you can't be bought at any price Because it is only natural for one to value Independence, but oft that doesn't pay If you sell out, just get more than you're worth You'll have to sometimes, to have money to spend It's becoming insane, what a tank of gas can cost
Yet there is one thing not to sell at all cost For mine the richest man alive can't pay my price The soul's not for sale, I don't care what you'd spend For in hardship I truly learned it's highest value Gaurd tight your soul, and your self-worth For in the end, it's you the price shall pay
Often the tag doesn't say what you'll pay For much goes into figuring the actual cost And often what you buy declines rapidly in worth Yet, the greatest thing comes without any price Love is the thing I find of the utmost value And I've gotten more, the more I chose to spend
You must decide what you want to spend And, alas, what it is that you won't ever pay On some things, place a zillion dollar value Remembering not to trust a tag alone on cost There are lessons that come at great price Yet mostly, we get what we are worth
What I truly value most of all is precious time I spend Giving life all that I'm worth without expecting a dime in pay For, in the end, all pay the cost, regardless of quoted price
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 30, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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