The Worth of Souls

 I came across this poem in between paying bills and studying the Doctrine and Covenants:

Trash is a collection

of once possessed [items]:

 

The doll

who used to stand proud

and amazed everybody 

is now worth nothing

because its face is cracked

 

The sports shoes

 that won every game

has a hole

allowing the big toe to come through

 

The flower pot

that contained some of the

prettiest flowers

is now broken in two.

 

None of these are worthless

unless you

let them be

 

I imagine it was written in 1979 or 1980.  I hadn't given it a title at the time, but did give it a title on the 17th of this month.  I call it Self-Worth.