An Accountant Tries to Value Themself.

And fails miserably — a poem.

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It seems it isn’t royalty or rank or status that will define the course of your life.
It doesn’t look like it’s education, knowledge or profession.

It isn’t the family you are born to which measures the love you are worth
or the family you find, or the family you make.

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