She Squanders Her Talents

All the attributes are there And yet there is no imagination No idealism, no integrity, no search of truth The limbs work, and the mind is above average But wasted, for she is parked in front of a computer Sixteen hours a day, while the fingers fly There is no poetry, There is no song, There is no enthusiasm or spark. She was born with all the components of success and yet, here she sits reliving the same day every day helping no one, leading no one, not enjoying her wasted life.