Today I felt depressed, myself,

Because of my eyesight,

And then I saw someone who could

Not tell bright day from night.


I griped about the pain I felt,

That settled in my knee,

Until I met one with no legs,

And knew I was lucky.


I even fussed about the sound,

Of TV turned up loud,

Till I remembered those who live,

With silence as their shroud.


So now I take each brand new day,

And try to keep in mind,

That there are those, who are worse off,

But still they fight to find…


The will to live and a way to cope,

With problems of their own,

And I only pray for a measure of

The courage they have shown.


©  2003  Loree (Mason) O’Neil

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