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2. Our Greatest Gifts

  Each day I see people who make it, who succeed

  and I view them with jealous eyes, envious of them

  when each day I work hard to live, struggle till I bleed

  as by their standards, I barely grow my own stem.

  I sleep with bitter feelings, hating those who have more

  riches and fame, the very things that make them happy

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  residing in the penthouse, while I rot on the bottom floor

  living a good life when others feel miserable and crappy.

  Then I think about the things that make me content

  bringing love and hope to my heart, and never do I hide

  when I'm down and my vigor is scattered and spent

  my energy returns with a big hug from a loving child.

  When I'm with them, the anger and sorrow leaves

  as our children are a gift, one not everyone receives.

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