What is it,
That a living basically...
One enjoys,
Annoys other people?
I don't get it.
What is it,
That a living in luxury...
Bores some people?
And they live lives of misery.
How many cars can one drive,
Alone?
How many bathrooms can one use,
At one time?
And...
How much money is enough money,
To bestow a peace and happiness upon someone?
I don't get it.
And maybe that's the reason,
I express a gratefulness to be blessed.
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