Complaining - Poem by Jim Yerman
We have become a nation of complainers. Don’t you find it a little insane
To be surrounded by so many people who complain, complain, complain?
We complain about the weather, we complain about waiting in lines
We complain about the service in a restaurant, we complain about the wine.
We complain our team just lost the game, we complain it wasn’t fair
We complain when we look in our closet and there’s nothing for us to wear.
We complain about the dog, we complain about the cat
We complain that we’re too poor, we complain that we’re too fat
We complain today is Monday, we complain about our job and all its stress
We complain about our government, and we complain about the press
We complain there’s so much to do, we complain we need more time
I even imagine there are those out there who complain about these daily rhymes.
And they’d be right to complain about this rhyme for even I can see
A rhyme complaining about complaining; there must be something wrong with me.
So I will gladly end this little missive, this dreadful parody
But just one more thought before I go and then I’ll let you be.
Today when you feel like complaining would it be too ludicrous or bizarre
To stop for a moment and think to yourself...how lucky you really are?
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