A Question of Worth

What am I worth to you?


At first I was worth a look

Later, I was worth talking to every night

Then, one day, you told me I was worth everything to you

So it happened that I was worth promising to spend the rest of your life with

Now, some time has passed, and I’m not so sure, because

It seems that I’m no longer worth

Even paying attention to

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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