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There is abundance in all our lives,
The trick is simply to open our eyes.
For when you open your eyes to what you have,
Instead to what you have not.
You will find that what you have is a lot.
For we all want, and we want for that something.
In hopes of a feeling that having might bring.
But what about when that feeling is worn.
And the new fancy clothing are old and torn.
When the new truck, becomes old and doesn’t run as good.
When the paint is chipped and there are dents in the hood.
When those new shoes are old and broken down.
When the pretty new dress becomes the tattered gown.
When the new sofa has lost part of it’s stuff.
The new carpet that is stained and lost its fluff.
All things wanted dearly when new.
Want and waste, we are all guilty, me and you.
But when time wears them out, they are discarded to the wayside.
Tossed out, and without a thought carried to the curbside.
Then it is onto the next item for which ever it is we want.
Sitting pretty in a storefront window just to taunt.
In wanting there is no complete satisfaction, only temporary content.
And all too often the value of an object, was not worth what was spent.
It is the theory that the grass is greener on the other side.
And we want because we feel we have been denied.
All too often so many people think the other side of the fence is the only place green
grass will grow.
But I believe my side of the fence is just fine, there is much less grass to mow