Self
It is so big, and yet so small,
preoccupation with oneself.
If you are small you would be tall,
a poor man, yet desiring wealth.
Be satisfied with your own lot,
strive to better it, indeed,
and look to him less fortunate,
be grateful you don't have his needs.
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