Value
What is the value of my presence?
My worth declines with every passing year
As skills and talents slip away
With an outgoing tide that never returns.
I am shrunk into a desiccated shell
Until I am left, a rolled-up ball on the floor
Propelled forever by a dung beetle
Walking backward to go forward.
My value remains
Whereas my worth,
(Depending on both the beetle and the ball),
Varies.
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