Born Lucky

I never had to go to bed Hearing gunfire in the night, Nor had to close my blinds Against a scary fight. Although we were not rich I had enough to eat, Had decent clothes to wear, And shoes that fit my feet. No friend of mine was shot By someone driving by Or accosted by a dealer Who tried to get him high. No junkies stood on corners To meet and make a deal. No sirens and policemen - No racing tires would squeal. Our yard was mostly grass, Not made of dirt and weeds, Around us not just buildings But yards with grass and trees. Those with luck like mine Should never bear a grudge When others are acting out - We’re not qualified to judge.