Aware Of My Worth Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing I will ever do,
Will be for the purpose...
To sell a percentage of my soul.
There aint 'nuthin' on this Earth,
I would want that much,
For a getting to receive...
Something from someone else,
With a doing to leave them in belief...
I am not aware of my worth.

However,
I must admit...
If God insists I accept something lucrative,
And a decision to make keeps me awake?
Who am I to argue with God?
Especially when an offer is made,
God already knows...
Is much too tempting for me to refuse.
And remaining stupid is not God's wish.