Worthwhile Poem by Helga Symon

It's misty shades in chilly morning haze
It's angry shades of fiery autumn blaze
It's shivers in the desperate caress
That makes me worthless

It's sunny depths along the slender limbs
It's pure sweetness and heart-breaking dreams
It's charm and silk and arrogance and style
That makes you worthwhile

It's doors and paths we open and we tread
All things that'll never stand us in good stead
It's how we'll always go another mile
That makes it worthwhile