You don't sell yourself well

That's what people always say

Cutting a regular raw deal

I see others at constant play

Selling their souls away

Not a thought to spare

As pendulums they sway

Towards  the swankier way

The lights and the glitter tempt

The music calls for a dance

Beautiful Mirage it is sure

Giving faith not much of a chance

Yet I thank my root so strong

Facing the storm all around

Seeing the right from the wrong

Penny stays wiser than the pound