Worth it?

Can worth be measured in the people we meet?
The people we touch and the people we feed?
Can worth be measured in the people we love?
The people we treasure and the people we trust?
Can worth be measured in the days of past?
The people we flatten and finally eat?
Can worth be measured in pounds of flesh?
In trash cleared and smeared on in with the mess?
Can worth be measured in days gone and to come?
Can it be tethered with the idea of justice and fun?
Can worth be equated to having tried?
Having cried and played by the rules, abide?
Can with be written in plain text, gain and pain?
Can it be defined by relentless love and game?
Can it be written not to be erased?
Was it just a phase?
Or can worth be published only with what you achieve?
For you neither have a penchant nor do you admit defeat.