Life is unsatisfying.
We see the neighbors cars,
We long for what they possess
We see the neighbors vacations,
We long for what they possess.
We see the beautiful family and kids,
We also long for that.
But the pain in our neighbors eyes, are hidden;
By the car, that will soon get repossessed
By the vacations taken on borrowed money
By the family about to divorce
By the kids not doing well in school.
Contentment is the fruit of the soul,
I hope to dwell in contentment.