Lucky I Am Poem by Randy McClave

Lucky I Am



Some of us don't know how well we have it
In this land of ours of good and plenty,
While many say and think that their life is unfit
While their souls and stomachs are never empty.

I once cried out for a new pair of shoes
Until I saw a man who had no feet,
Then I heard a child cry for food that she refused
Then I saw another child that had nothing to eat.

I once saw a man whom had everything
Then I saw a another man who had nothing at all,
Then that homeless man to God he did sing
While the man with everything was afraid to fall.

I once knew of a woman who pitied her life
Screaming out that no one had it as worse as her,
Then I read of a woman whom died from her own knife
But, of her own problems to no one did she say a word.

I never had any holes in any of my pockets
Then once I saw a man carrying change in a can,
Then I thought about mans own work dockets
I then realized, how lucky that I truly am.

Randy L. McClave

Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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