Fortunate

by

Brian Labenne

I know I’m not the richest kid
but at least I always have food on my plate
and I always have clothes to wear
and then I think of a poor kid
his food is scarce and much less than great
and he has to walk around bare
How fortunate I am

I know I don’t have the biggest house
but at least I have a place to rest my head
and a place to warm my feet
and then I think of a kid without a house
who has to use the cement as a bed
and sleep on the freezing street
How fortunate I am

I feel so bad for these people
and yet I do nothing
I wish they had a better life
and yet I do nothing
I am so very fortunate
and yet I do nothing

Why do I look away from them?
They really need love.
Why can’t I extend my hand to them
and show them my FATHER up above?
And why can’t I reassure them
that there is more to this life?
Why can’t I tell them
that they don’t have to feel strife?
How come I’m so fortunate
and they have to suffer every day?
Even though I don’t have a lot of money
I should give some away.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Big Mark
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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