Life Is A Privilege Poem by White Tiger

It's a privilege to wake up
To the morning sun
To see the shadows move
Around for fun

It's a privilege to breathe
The air I need
Coming from a tree
Which was once a seed

It's a privilege to feel
What I cannot see
The ripples of wind
Surrounding me

It's a privilege to smell
What is under my nose
I can always tell
A carnation from a rose

It's a privilege to see
That my life can be
Possitive or negative
Depending on me

I know in my heart
It's a privilege to give
And until I die
It's a privilege to live.


C. vergara
09.01.2007