worth

the essence of all worth
is something arbitrary
from a flower to a diamond
from a smile to the truth

such value, like its judge
will age, and change, and wither
till what’s priceless seems a pittance
till the gospels go ignored

then one so precious gift
fallen frivolous distraction
will see flower, will see diamond,
will see all return to dust

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