The things half of us need
are the things half of us take for granted,
The ones who have to work for it
& the ones who get it handed,
Some of us live in a one floor
& some of us live in a mansion,
Some of us can pay for it with one check
& some need a advancement,
But who really thinks of the kids without a plate of food
or a roof over their head,
The ones without clean water
& don't even have a bed,
If one of them was in our shoes
for a single day
They'd feel like they had the world
& not one word to say,
My point is your life could always be worse
so appreciate what you have,
They doesn't have the half of what is keeping you sad
& they go to sleep happy,
from just the grasp of a laugh.
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