Sparsity

Sparsity has always been a friend of mine

Having nothing is my life defined,

Though I admit it often plays on my mind

I can’t let it worry me, I am not that way inclined,

Would it make me happy? I think it would

Make life comfortable like I think it should,

It would take the pressure off I am sure

But having more is not all life’s cure,

But it would be nice to find out that’s for sure

But, as what I have is sparse I won’t torture,

Myself with what I am missing out for but I’ll seek life’s new ventures.