John Anderson Poet Lyric

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Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 — “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
“Comparison is the death of creativity, kills contentment; it fast tracks to misery. The moment you compare yourself to another, you let their path steal your journey.” — unknown
“The only person you should try to be better than is the person you were yesterday.” — unknown

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Thief of Joy Steals The Day

comparison steals
the laughter from tomorrow -
shadow's reprimand
strangles joy of tender blooms
by coveting other fields

the spark of the self
wanes beside a brighter flame
lit in other hearths
creativity withers,
its bold wings torn by envy

what dawn promised
fades in light of noonday sun
inception undone
let what has started become
before the light of day stuns

self-worth is kindled
when the gaze is faced inwards
not outward in want
yearning for sufficiency
self-sown seeds of contentment

fountains join the streams
winds entwine clouds in the sky
rivers meet the seas
all of nature sings as one
in bright, shiny summer's day

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