Lackadaisically Lackluster
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You lack what I have.
You can't have it back,
because your lack is my gain.
Lacks define your success.
The less you have the better.
But, a life with too many lacks is lackluster,
a life spent lolling and loitering
is lackadaisical bliss.
It is a half-hearted half-life, ruined by deficiencies.
So count your lacks, one by one
and get rid of them.
Be fulfilled as you fill your lacks,
like a dentist fills cavities.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017
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