How to measure your worth

I measure my life out in cups of tea and moments of starlight.
Others may measure me in dollars or years or pounds,
But my real metrics don’t climb like a mountain slope,
They leap like dolphins in the moonlight,
Or they jump like leaves in an autumn storm.

My life is not punctuated by the ticking of the clock,
But by the booming of internal thunder, by the crescendo of God’s opera.
I collect these poems in my purse of days,
They are the only currency that will pay off the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow.

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