Do we ever really realise
how very lucky we are?
Living lives of comfort
Removed from poverty by far.
I see around me, women
Struggling to make ends meet
I see around little children,
Naked from head to feet
I see my maid working
from early morning to night
Only to have her earnings taken away
By her husband, after a fight
Drinking away her hard earned money
Hopelessness resides in her eyes
And still she continues to live
A vacant look in her eyes
So much sorrow and
Misery where ever one sees
Makes me realise just how lucky I am
should thank God on my knees
It's a beautiful world out there
but there's squalor and poverty too
Born into all the comforts
Such people are very few
So much to be thankful for,
This world and everything in it
And if we can help the underprivileged
We should try and do our bit
Some help to those who are needy
A listening ear to those with a heavy heart
Brighten up someone's day somehow
See their worries, temporarily depart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem