Worth
Worth: by Eric Inglis.
Orange, red, and yellow leaves
rustle and bustle across the this lot
flying through the air
as well as bouncing on the pavement
Somehow finding their way to you
standing like a statue of golden sheets
with the underneath a cheapish ore
in the cold and lifeless autumn eve
Yet I can't help but stare
at your deceiving looks of worth
being hit by the suns last rays
giving you more glory then you deserve