The vacant land
and the empty mind
lie there dormant
The land appreciates in value
with years in the run
a fortune to the landlord.
The mind that is idle
thinks not of anything
rots and rusts eventually.
That be the difference
the land turns productive in a sense
the mind becomes useless all the way.
A life wasted all through
with nothing to wish 
and none to cherish
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