I thought my eyes were stinging
Till I saw a blind man pass,
I thought my legs were aching
Till I saw a cripple there,
I thought that I had nothing
Then a beggar on the street,
Asked me for a penny
That I placed within his hand.
I thought my clothes were tatty
Till I saw a lowly tramp,
Who sheltered from the bitter cold
In nothing more than rags,
I thought that I was hungry
Till I saw him feed upon,
The bread thrown for the pigeons
In the dirty market square.
I complained about the noises
Till I heard a deaf man say,
He longed to hear the songbirds
That did sing upon the bough,
I knew then I was lucky
And so many worse than I,
I thanked the Lord for what I had
Then went upon my way.
Another poem written by a caring heart, we all take for granted what we have, brilliant write Andy, you make the world brighter, 10 Lynda xx
a little food for thought here.. So easy it is to overlook the simple pleasures one has.. the saying holds true.. you don't know what you got till it's gone.. A gem of a write Andrew! Wendy
You have empathy with those who are less fortunate than yourself. A lovely compassionate write.10, of course. Warm regards, Sandra
Reality of the world is well reflected in your poem. Nice to read again a good piece of poem!
A very thought provoking and poignant poem....well written 10+
Andrew! Beautifully written, poignant and touching to the heart. After reading this poem i thought, i'm really grateful for what i've got.. Best wishes! ! *10plus*! ! Friend Thad
Andrew This poem of awareness is not only skilfully written, but also brings awareness to others to really value what they do have. t is also a piece that can be easily remembered, and could be taught to children to give them important values for their future.... Karin Anderson
This is glorious, Andrew. Beautifully delivered, with a profound message. It is certainly chastening to be reminded of those whose impoverished lives make our middle class comfortable ones look like royalty. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work mate. We must remember what we have and not what we want. George