Undefined

Not all will cherish what you bring,  

Some glance but miss the golden string.  

You pour your light, yet they walk blind,  

Leaving your worth undefined.  

But somewhere, hands reach out to hold,  

Hearts that treasure what you mold.  

Eyes that gleam with knowing sight,  

Seeing your fire burn bright.  

Do not linger where echoes fade,  

Where gifts are lost in fleeting shade.  

Find the ones who truly see,  

Who value you wholeheartedly.