'How Lucky You Really Are' Poem by Linda Winchell

A man without legs unable to ever walk, yet you complain about the way yours look.
How lucky you really are.

A blind man, never able to see the beauty of a sunny blue sky
but you complain about the glasses slipping down your nose.
How lucky you really are.

A child without shoes wrapping rags around their feet
yet you complain about the twenty you have to search through to wear.
How lucky you really are.

A child cries from hunger, yet you complain about the meal you were being served was cold.
How lucky you really are.

A land without war, yet you complain about the lack of freedom you claim our Goverment does not give you.
How lucky you really are.

A family without a home, yet you complain about how old your home is and want new.
How lucky you really are.

A family without work, in dump sights scraping for something to sell
yet you can make it to work on time and complain.
How lucky you really are.

Your freedom to worship, yet you complain about giving ten percent of what you make to help others.
How lucky you really are.

All of these God see's and will bless in the end!
How lucky THEY really are!