Lazy: The Blame Game

 

We point and whisper, “You’re just lazy,”
Like docs bled sick, it was crazy!
A false prescription, sharp and thin,
That never heals the wounds within.

 

“Lazy” is not the truth that be,
As Next blames Now, it’s unfairly.
When they unite and share their aims,
The future burns with living flames.

 

To heal that split you must confess,
Next failed in thoughtful carefulness.
It dreamed of futures bright and grand,
But left no joy in Now’s own hands.

 

Happiness lives in present light,
And in a future shaped aright;
To win the crown yet lose the day
Is Pyrrhic triumph on display.

 

“Lazy” is not the truth that be,
As Next blames Now, it’s unfairly.
When they unite and share their aims,
The future burns with living flames.

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When meaning robs the journey’s cheer,
Rebellion soon is drawing near.
Now grasps at pleasures close at hand,
A compensating last demand.

 

But if Next leads with wiser art,
Designing work to warm the heart,
Short-range delight becomes the seed
Of long-range triumph born in deed.

 

“Lazy” is not the truth that be,
As Next blames Now, it’s unfairly.
When they unite and share their aims,
The future burns with living flames.

 

I faced a book I longed to write,
Its editing drained all delight;
My Now refused that tedious strain,
While Next pushed hard with tight-held rein.

 

But then Next said, “Let’s make this fun.”
He found a way to get it done:
With Chinese girls there by my side,
My task grew light, Now could abide.

 

The pages turned, the hours went by,
Now and Next were happy guys;
Not force, but partnership was key—
Now honored and Next in harmony.