I would be perfect
if I produced green
in a quantity acceptable
how much, how much would be enough?
if only I could grow this stuff you love
printed paper in God's name
tell me how much would satisfy
you
judge me by my worth
worthy I am
by my account
I am not measuring
to your standard
I am not good enough
because I do not have
what it takes
to buy
your love
not enough
in counting this sum
of me
is never enough
for you


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Comments
At least I am not alone. Great poem,
Grand strong writing.
Rated.
Poppi - thanks! I wrote it on wine subdued rage...
Fernsy - not surprised that there are lots of LA people in that mode. Glad I live in the Maine sticks and the person that inspired this poem is many many miles away in another state...one phone call is all it still takes though...
Scylla - people like you know what is truly important...love is eternal...we have to keep remembering that...and those we love are always with us in spirit, heart and love.
Money can make or break some relationships.
hugs from OZ:)