On the Worth of Worth

Worth is worth nothing if not in the eye of the holder.
It's what's in front of you that counts.
As long as your not too much of anything.
Because too much is too much.
No matter the beauty.
Worth is worth nothing if not in the eye of the holder.
There is only one way out,
Though tis blocked by gates of fire.
So ever more worth weighs like bricks in your sack.
But we are told to develop our induvidual worth,
For that is what counts in the end.
But the end takes it's sweet time.
Endings like to taunt and tease.
Making the fire's flicker that of a meadow.
Because worth is worth nothing if not in the eye of the holder.