Counting My Blessings
I was complaining about walking,
Until I met a man with no feet.
I was complaining of too much talking,
Until I met a man who couldn’t speak.
I was complaining of getting old,
Until I passed a baby's grave.
I was complaining my hands were cold,
Until I saw a handless man wave.
I was complaining of the sun in my eyes,
Until I met a man who was blind.
I was complaining about being unwise,
Until I met a man with a simple mind.
I was complaining about work,
Until I saw a jobless man stressing.
I was complaining about my hurts,
Until I started counting my blessings.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
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