I’ve never sought fame,
and I’ve never searched for fortune,
even though the hand I was dealt
was such a small portion.
But when you’re used to having little,
brimming isn’t what you need.
Your life becomes humble,
never filled with pointless greed.
So, I’m thankful for my lot in life;
I’ve been doing just fine.
Meager but abundantly happy
and wonderfully resigned.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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Her Writing Haven 
I discovered fame on whispers and waistlines—then slipped out the back before virtue noticed. 🏄♂️
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Oh my! 😁
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😊
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Grateful heart
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❤️
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Love this
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Thank you… 😊
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Such a beautiful poem, M. I love the positive energy in it.
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Thank you, Hazel. Positivity is so important these days. Even in my sad poems, I try to leave a bit of hope in the end.
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I love this! Very well written.
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Thank you… 😊
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Charming
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Thank you, Sheree ❤️
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Pleasure
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Marvellously penned
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Thank you, Tanvir 😊
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Me too Michelle, I think contentment is the most wonderful wealth in the world.
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So true… thanks Kate. 😊 I’m glad you’re back and I’ve been enjoying your posts.
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Thanks M I’m enjoying writing and sharing on WP again, it’s a special place full of my sort of people, people like you 😊
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Awww thank you, Kate. It’s our home away from home. 😉
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Inner home 🏠
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I love that ☺️
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