How Much for a Soul?

For years, I was broke—

just enough in my account to eat,

to pay rent,

and sometimes, not even that.

So I learned to make money,

I swore I’d never feel broke again.

But the more I fed the beast,

the bigger it grew.

Can any amount contain

the agile legs of fleeting security?

No mind can measure

the density of a heart.

No scale can weigh

the carats of solid soul.

Why does man insist

on equating a bank account with importance?

Does that mean the more I have,

the more I’m worth?

Just because others have more,

doesn’t mean you are little.

Just because you’re broke,