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

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