Measure (Poetry Month #14)

All we have is measured so it may fit and be fit. As a child stood against a wall as if height was growing up. As a teenage boy admiration at the size of others who got less bullied, it seemed. As a man balance my learning and experience against what an employer requests and my family’s needs. Bosses measure you against their profits. Family’s gauge you by what you give. Once an advert advertised a product as the measure of a man. Am I but a product?


via Daily Prompt: Measure