Why Me Poem by Francie Lynch

I've passed the homeless on the street,
Wondering if today they'll eat,
And I cry, " Why me? "

I know plenty who attend AA,
And many who didn't make today,
And I cry, " Why me? "

I know there's millions unemployed,
As dwindling benefits keep them buoyed,
And I cry, "Why me? "

They're lonely and they're isolated,
The throngs, alone and dissipated,
And I cry, "Why me? "

Many friends and family die,
Yet still I cry, "Why me? "

"Why me" indeed, a selfish cry,
When it's up to me to do or die.