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Made In The Shade

Made In The Shade

Some people are driven to succeed

In their chosen fields of endeavour

To me, success is measured

By a happy home life

And the number of friends one accumulates

Through the years

Quality of life is all important

Not the number of cars in our driveway

Not the amount of dollars in our bank account

Friends are a true gauge of our success

Lifelong friends are like pure gold

A treasure that is unmeasurable

Add that to a happy family life

And you have it made in the shade

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Lucas Lazar

I fully agree with the author, personal success has nothing to do with professional success, although in one way or another both one and other influences in that which we call happiness. The success is to live in harmony with our way of thinking and in our time with those beings that we love and who love us. There are people are wretched successfully within your home, and without apparent success who are happy inside and outside their homes. A greeting.

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Jack Ellison

I am very impressed with your english my friend! Kudos! Thank you for your kind words! Cheers, Jack

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