Did you ever sit back and wonder
or even look around and ponder
is this my life till I die
and will I be able to survive
Will anyone listen when I need help
or will I have to shout out
there are people out there live with nothing
and here I sit thinking what the hell am I suffering
I cry because of my being ungrateful
when others out there are thankful
do I ask for to much all the time
when others are pretty much doing fine
I think from now I need to try and be happy
enjoy the good times and keep on laughing
because if I'm not thankful for what I've got
then I should be a person that deserves to rot
I wrote this today from a time of hope after finding a Mary Rosary Chain
at the park it was a coincidence after my time of stress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First, you have an amazing name. And I do ponder that question everyday of my life. I snap out of it though, about an hour into the morning (After my coffee and cigarette) . Then I pretty much recite to myself this whole poem, in different words of course and I'm off. Thing is, when you are not grateful for what you have, it's not that you deserve to rot...you WILL rot. Good write.