Why am I so unlucky?
Why am I so lucky?
Why don’t I have a job?
Why do I at least have money in the bank?
And a roof over my head?
Why can’t I get standup work?
Why am I not stuck in a wheelchair?
I really wish I was seeing someone
But I’m grateful that I can see at all.
Every day I want to hear some good news
Though I’m glad I can hear anything
I always reach out for that brass ring
But I still have all my fingers
Both my arms
And all my legs to reach for it
Life isn’t always fun
But it’s still good to have.
Copyright 2015 Alex deCourville