My mettle is in fine fettle
I am a fish of a different kettle.
Sorrows, losses and pain have tempered me
I am no longer a stinging nettle.
Don’t try to assay my worth
I have been priceless since my birth
I live life on my own terms
And its no matter of mirth.
Relationships are beyond valuations
Characters above aspersions
Try not to test my patience
I am not looking for citations.