WORTH

Insignificant, like a grain of sand,
A spec in the wilderness of space;
A minute form; a strand.
This is I in this vast place.
Who am I to demand your ear?
Who am I to change your way?
My worth is as a tiny tear
Or a seedling gone astray

©Copyright May 5, 2001 by Colin F. Jones


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