The Worth of My Time

No longer will I bend and break,  

For those who only take and take,  

Who see my worth in pennies tossed,  

Not knowing what my time has cost.  

I seek the ones who see the gold,  

In every story left untold,  

Who value effort, skill, and art,  

And pay the price for what I impart.  

For time is fleeting, work is deep,  

And no more shall I work for cheap,  

I’ll rise to find the clients who,  

Appreciate the work I do.  

With them, my craft will truly thrive,  

For they will see me come alive,  

In every task, each thoughtful move,  

My time, my worth—they'll never lose.