Priceless Poem by James Casey

Priceless

Many times in our lives we are crumpled, dropped, and ground into the dirt
Simply by the decisions we make and things that have come our way.
We then may feel we are worthless, but no matter what happens

Crumpled or finely pressed, clean or ground into the dirt
We are always priceless to those who love us everyday
For only those who truly love will take the time to listen

They never judge you as harshly as you judge yourself
For they realize the worth of a person is not,
In what we do, or who we know but by who we are