Measure Of Worth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Measure Of Worth
Languishing in an attitude of calm anger, visibly upset, yet lying like a tiger inside, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting passersby.
Gathering fodder from people who have no manners, nor are they nice.
Exacting promises from empty shells with no souls, dust falls at their feet, no measures of their worth, because they have chosen to have none while on earth.
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