Misery and Complacency

Complacency and Misery went for an outing
The first was neglectful, the second was pouting
The trip was unplanned, destination unknown
Complacency shrugged.  Misery groaned.
They wandered to nowhere, without regard
(All the while misery said the walk was too hard)
Complacency stumbled, she had no real grounding
Just a general contentment, with how nice it was sounding
Then, in her muddle, complacency fell
down to the bottom of a very deep well
Then misery whined without solving the issue
He cried and sniffled, and pulled out a tissue
and he griped that the world was full of hate
for having a well that would swallow his mate
and then he walked on, more dejected than ever
complaining and whining from now 'til forever
about the damage that's done and the scar on his soul
But he left poor complacency down in the hole
Don't worry 'bout her, for she never had strife
just accepted the hole as her lot in life
Never tried to get out, never groaned or complained
And day in and day out, in that hole remained
The moral of this story is plain to see
Don't follow misery or complacency
Without enough caution, you'll find a hole of your own
and if you worry too much, you'll be cross and alone