This I Was Told

This I was once told And in my mind it just stayed, Now as I look back and think as I am old For many I have wished for and prayed. My grandfather once said unto me If only I would look around, And if my eyes and soul I would look and see Then the truth most certainly would be found. That terrible job that you once had Which you now shunned away and did avoid, Which made you feel depressed and tired and sad It is the dream job, for the unemployed. Your small house that you own and live in Which has many problems to others you do confess, Problems it does have outside and within But, it is the dream house of the homeless. Your beautiful smile that you constantly wear Though many times you don't feel blessed, Unto friends and family worries you share But, that smile is the dream of those who are depressed. You are happy because of your health You need no assistance or medicine or a pill, And your condition is free without wealth You are the dream of those who are ill. Your parents gave you food to eat But, the look and aroma wasn't to your appeal, You instead just wanted a sweet But, to the hungry the food you refused was a king's meal. Now as you go through difficult situations Full of worries and strifes and sadness and stressing, When you now think of your frustrations Don't forget, but remember your every blessing. Randy L. McClave