Gratitude
Thanking the Lord for where i was born
my mouth not dry and stomach not torn.
Hunger pains all being a thing of the past
just a numb emptiness,to millions so vast.
Able to turn on a tap,a comodity to treasure
having to walk miles each day,a limited measure.
Governments around the globe,help don`t be a cynic
the riches that we take for granted,would build a modern clinic.
So when you wake up each day,and take a lung full of fresh air
take time, count,your blessings,that you are not there
amongst the sweltering unfortunates,everyday a struggling task
getting along with hard simple lives,nothing they do ask.
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Sponsor Nancy Jones
Contest Name Gratitude
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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