Once again, my brother has written a poem that moves me deeply inside.
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Envying those who have more
We lose sight of how to give
And in the race to be like them
We lose sight of how to live
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In the want to be pedestalled
We lose sight of the ledge we climb
Shiny bobbles to keep us fooled
We lose sight of how precious time
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When wealth is all we idolize
We lose sight of just who we are
When looking down from up above
We lose sight of our guiding star
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And here lies man’s great tragedy
For there is more in life to find
Having sight does not mean we see
When we choose to remain so blind
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Ramblings and Ruminations 
Thanks sis! Love you a bushel and a peck!
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