As a child
We are pushed to learn and grow
We are pushed into occupations
That are all about tell and show
We grow up
Wanting material pleasure
However, once we get there
It seems like empty treasure
We chase big goals
And bigger dreams
But adulthood isn’t at all
What it seems
Peer pressure pushes us
To build a facade of career and money
To maintain an appearance of luxury
Isn’t this childishness funny?
After all, why can’t the best things in life
Be bought with cash?
Why does the joy of a self-cooked meal
Outweigh expensive trash?
It’s about time that we give up
The pursuit of fancy looks, jewellery and scent
We carry something priceless with us
Since a smile is the best ornament
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