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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