worth.

Counted in time
Or counted in dollars
By the respect of others
Or a families approval
The gifts you give
The shit you buy
What is enough?
What amount renders us content?
What volume is enough?
When will your worth
Be enough that you are worthy?
Perhaps when you search your pockets
And discover your worth has faded
Bits of dust and grit
All the dirty bits
Pieces of friendships
Parts of dreams
All left in the wake
Of you searching for worth
Searching for you
In the deepest recess
A glint, shimmer or tinge
Amongst all the leftover scrap
You can find change
The smallest bit of change
This change is now a fortune
When worth is lost
A bit of change
Use it
Invest it
Give it
Or allow yourself to search
Search for more change
Allow change from yourself
Be the richest of souls.