Comfortable in my easy chair
Out the window do I stare
Blue sky fills my focused eye
White clouds slowly drifting by
Peaceful in my secluded room
I cannot see the death and gloom
Which fills the days of a million souls
Bullets fly past empty bowls
My angst is ridiculously misplaced
Purely on me and mine, it's based
Why are my looks or fame imperative?
How are my funds even comparative?
I spend too much time on what is mine
The value of life I must redefine
It is what I give that makes this worthwhile
Not all the trinkets of worth I compile
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