Compared To Many Others

Though a few career advancement opportunities I blew Compared to many others my troubles seem few My health is good though my head balding and gray And I enjoy a laugh or two a day I can't complain a good life I have had I might have been born in Kabul or Baghdad Or in Palestine in a war ravaged Town Where gune men on the streets drive up and down Compared to many others I'm a lucky man I'm in my sixty first year of life not a bad span So many younger than me to the reaper gone I'm reasonably happy and healthy and I am living on There are many doing it far tougher than me I am not a Homeless, Stateless refugee