What’s your
worth, Ayee?
Surely, it cannot be measured in gold
Though your ways are sometimes bold
Circumstances in life you hold
You shape things up, you cherish, you mold.
You still cannot be measured in silver
In problems, in battles, you do not surrender
Of course there are times you do slumber
Just like we all do, you also do suffer.
Money? No, not applicable
In a body you are too able
In mind, too valuable
In heart, too lovable.
Do not measure yourself with other’s yardstick
They don’t live your life, their choices are not your pick
Let them do look, speculate, even speak
You have your own checklist to tick.
So what’s your worth, you ask me?
Why do I have to measure thee?
We are all unique in our own ways
And that’s also applicable in your own case.
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