One day my dad called me Complacent.
I wasn't sure what he meant.
My Mom was so Mad.
She seemed so stressed.
Our living condition is not that bad.
I'm just grateful for what we possess.
Another day, I understood what he meant.
When he said I was complacent.
It was laundry day.
I washing, drying, and putting clothes away.
I am ashamed to say;
I didn't notice the holes in our shirts until that day.
My dad was right when he said what he meant.
When he told me I was complacent.
The only reason that our pantry filled to the brim.
Is that one person on a whim,
Gave food to my mom and him.
Before then the chances of that occuring was grim.
I know what I mean, I said what I meant.
Complacent and lazy are adjacent.
Don't stare at the computer all day night.
You must wish for a higher quality of life.
Then for that wish be willing to fight.
I know that about this I am right:
Don't be complacent.