An Object Poem by Chan Mongol

AN OBJECT

What is the value of my life and who is the needy to price it?

It depends who how evaluate and treat to find me fit!

Also, it's me who is to go to the market and to negotiate;

It's me to go out to make my fate unless, I am a prophet!

What is my target to be worthed as a product, what is my choice?

Is that to dance, to do romance, to write or to raise my voice?

I may worth nothing, some may price me a buck, one US dollar;

For some, I am a log, some may want me just to be there!

I am not what most people in a marketplace want out of me;

I am an insignificant object but neither a gold mine or a money tree!