Lucky I Am

Some of us don't know how well we have it In this land of ours of good and plenty, While many say and think that their life is unfit While their souls and stomachs are never empty. I once cried out for a new pair of shoes Until I saw a man who had no feet, Then I heard a child cry for food that she refused Then I saw another child that had nothing to eat. I once saw a man whom had everything Then I saw a another man who had nothing at all, Then that homeless man to God he did sing While the man with everything was afraid to fall. I once knew of a woman who pitied her life Screaming out that no one had it as worse as her, Then I read of a woman whom died from her own knife But, of her own problems to no one did she say a word. I never had any holes in any of my pockets Then once I saw a man carrying change in a can, Then I thought about mans own work dockets I then realized, how lucky that I truly am. Randy L. McClave