How I Fit

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We live in a world

Of tragic design,

For most things come slow

From sweat over time.

 

What comes to us fast

Is worth so much less,

Than what we achieve

In toil, and test.

 

Such wealth we attain

By busting our ass,

Yet some measure wealth

With piles of cash.

 

Stuff as the answer

For empty insides,

Never the wisdom

Of life, in our eyes.

 

March 14, 2011

Dan

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