Count Your Blessings
Count Your Blessings
Count them
One by one them
I hear this desolation
As I look around me
Woe so lonely
All this population
Left to wondering
What their lives mean
Any meaning
Just existing
Still we are told
To count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
At least you have eyes to see with
Limbs to do with
A heart to feel with
A life to live with
Everything to give
But still we feel so empty
Something missing
Any meaning
Just existing
Fear our only answer to life
And greed our only answer
To fear
And we all could be so happy
So very, very happy
If we could just turn our hands to helping
The pleasure of giving
Turn our world to caring
This paradise we live in
Are we just warring tribes
With different colours opposing
Religious and short sighted
***** opinions
We could all be so very happy
Save our children
Our happy children
But instead we sit and count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
A mouthful of food
A sip of water
A headache pill
An amputated arm
A PhD degree
An education
200 pounds of overweight
Malnutrition
Slum shanty cardboard box
Second vacation holiday home
Feeding our stomachs
Feeding our ego’s
Romanticising our desperate state
Of denial
We are drowning
In our own
Refuse pile
We could all be so very happy
How we want to be
So very happy
This world is so wealthy
Save our people
Save our future
Save our planet
Save our children
If we could just begin with caring
Start with sharing
The joy of helping
The pleasure of giving
Proud reward of being
We would know then
How to count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
Seven billion
Seven billion
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment