For What It's Worth Poem by Etienne Charilaou

For What It's Worth



I need more energy;
I need more time.
If I can get things done
I know I'll feel fine.

To the truth stark
there are few who'll hark.
Self-worth grows in other soil;
it's not just a matter of toil.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: worth
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