I Am Very Lucky

My owner is very lucky,
Always when he stands 
Front of a big building,
He compares in his mind,

He has all luxuries,
Bank balance, big trade,
Heavy comfortable vehicles,
But I am only a security guard.

It is totally injustice,
He complains to God,
But when his owner acrosses,
He always said you are very lucky.

He was healthy and a sound body,
And a very good appearance,
Later he found, his owner is diabetic,
He also has blood pressure.

High cholesterol and angina,
A fear of heart attack was maintained,
He suddenly fell over,
And he had stroke. 

Before he was died,
He went into comma,
Few months he was dumb,
Body was survived with machines.

His wife died with kidney failure,
Son got a terrible shock,
He was admit in mental hospital,
Oh God, I am not security guard,
You are my security Guard,
I am very lucky, indeed.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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