Measuring Worth

I wonder why diamonds are treasured as rare

And treated better than our air

What rock or jewel could be esteemed

If waters, skies and lands aren’t cleaned

Why do we complain our days are redundant

And treat our time as so abundant

It seems quite odd to waste an hour

When time is not within our power


I wonder if love were to abound

If we’d treat it like snow on frozen ground

No wonder we grasp for the touch of another

We don’t see love in our sister or brother

We disdain the common for silver or gold

We cherish the youth and despise the old

No wonder we cannot manage our earth

We don’t know how to measure worth


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