I Am Nothing

am nothing;
My art is nothing,
My writing is nothing.

Compared to those
That came before.
But I have come to
Open the door.

I am nothing;
My singing is naught
But sung by the wind.

Compared to those
That sang ’ago.
But this is good;
I’ve come to grow.

I am nothing;
My serving is nothing,
My life is nothing.

Compared to those
That lived of ’old.
Compared to those
That lived so bold.

I am nothing.
The only thing
Worth anything
Is love.