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
Copyright © Avril Leaf | Year Posted 2013
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