True Worth

sitting with his legs apart
raised up by the knees
and his head slightly bent over
like a Bushman
up against a rock
with hands rolling 
some or other 
desert leaf,
his concentration 
never wavered
from the cellular 
device
he clicked
his message on


simply sweet
someone sprinkled 
icing sugar 
in the aircon
Sally Sweeny
managed to fool
like 
the entire planet
‘if you’re not selling them
they're selling you’
her personal 
motto
and who wants to get sold 
down the river?
‘certainly not me’
thought 
sweet Sally Sweeny


I rock I rule
I’m eminently cool
the king of…
my own delusions
definitely a legend 
only in his own mind 
still boasting at forty
about what he did
in his prime
there’s no telling this guy
I mean he is the proof!


she 
watched 
the grains 
of sand
fall
as if 
one 
by 
one
through
the hourglass
of Time
as entire lives
passed by
bl u r ry
benign 
but for a few

the ones 
who recognised

the worth 
of what is 
true

lifepersonafree verse

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