Without Luck This Well Might Be Me

One prosthetic leg attached to his right knee Without luck on my side this well could be me Perhaps in his seventies one who seemed far from strong With the aid of a walking stick on the footpath he slowly hobbled along If financially poor or well off how could i know to say Though well dressed with short clipped hair on his balding head of gray In passing me on the footpath he smiled and wished me a good day This braver man than me in every way Many people i know often like to complain Of their worries and cares and lack of financial gain Though physically, mentally and financially okay and in life doing quite well In their negative thinking they create for themselves their own Earthly Hell With a prosthetic leg attached to his right knee I thought to myself without luck this well might be me.