What good am I

What good am I

Can my worth be counted

In hard currency

Is there any residual benefit

In continuance

When final deeds

Are weighed

Will I be found wanting

Broken down

Will I salt the earth

Bring forth goodness

From decay

Is that all the value

I can bring

To bear on progress

Is it enough to satisfy

The observers

Whomever they may be

Let them build

New foundations

From nature’s loam

Perhaps my soul

Will be set free

When I sing

With angels

Do they watch over me

Or is that another story

Told to seed

The world with

True believers

When the cycle

Is repeated

We are lifeblood

The future grows

Within us

Come what may

Lay me down

And let me be.