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I get up in the morning, get dressed Where’s my valet? Downstairs to my dining room What’s new at the buffet? The cutlery gleams, my bacon steams I love the sound of the coffee machine I really shouldn’t eat so much I need to look good when I go to the club. Well, it’s off to work now Or should I do tennis first No, it’s too hot I’ll suffer too much thirst. Where’s James with the car? Oh, there you are! Hurry up, mate – you know I can’t wait. What shall I watch during the ride? I really don’t want to look outside - We have to go past that awful slum Why do they have to look so glum? ~~~~~ I get up in the morning, it’s so cold - Just getting dressed makes me feel old. I look on the shelf for something to eat I wish I had a way to apply some heat. I need to eat more – I should look better in this shirt. I’d love some coffee – I wish my kettle would work. I must get going - I’ll have to walk. I used my bus fare to buy power for lights. I don’t mind the dark – not at all But I must be able to study at night. I need to do something to get out of this slum So I can walk to work not looking so glum.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Opulence vs Poverty
I get up in the morning, get dressed Where’s my valet? Downstairs to my dining room What’s new at the buffet? The cutlery gleams, my bacon steams I love the sound of the coffee machine I really shouldn’t eat so much I need to look good when I go to the club. Well, it’s off to work now Or should I do tennis first No, it’s too hot I’ll suffer too much thirst. Where’s James with the car? Oh, there you are! Hurry up, mate – you know I can’t wait. What shall I watch during the ride? I really don’t want to look outside - We have to go past that awful slum Why do they have to look so glum? ~~~~~ I get up in the morning, it’s so cold - Just getting dressed makes me feel old. I look on the shelf for something to eat I wish I had a way to apply some heat. I need to eat more – I should look better in this shirt. I’d love some coffee – I wish my kettle would work. I must get going - I’ll have to walk. I used my bus fare to buy power for lights. I don’t mind the dark – not at all But I must be able to study at night. I need to do something to get out of this slum So I can walk to work not looking so glum.
#need#gratitude#wealth#poverty#compassion#bitterness#self-improvement
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
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