Lucky To Be Me

Life it can be complicated, cruel and unkind. Why does it have to be like that? The answers I can’t seem to find. Some days I feel hard done to, Downtrodden, my life’s unfair. Then I take a good look around, And realise I shouldn’t despair. My life’s not perfect but who’s life is? I know that grateful I should be. Give me health and happiness, Any day over being wealthy. I have 3 healthy beautiful children, A mother whom I adore, A bunch of other lovely relatives, My husband, a few friends, who needs more? Yes we have no spare cash, But we have house over our head. Yes we work very hard for what we have, But we rest every night in a bed. Our loved ones are mainly healthy, Managing to live out a good life. Not going through what others have been, Never knowing their losses and strife. Some people they aren’t half as lucky, They face struggles I’ve never known. I can’t imagine having to sleep in a box, And calling that box my home. Some people are born into poverty, Having to beg to get anything to eat. out in the freezing cold weather, In doorways they take their seat. Now can we just think about sickness. The best we can have is our health. As without that we have nothing, Its truly a poor mans wealth. Don’t get me started on abuse. The victims who’ve experienced the pain. I can never begin to imagine, How they can ever rebuild their lives again. Those soldiers who have been to war, Who’ve seen images more than horrific. With little help when they return, They need something soporific. So now I feel bad for feeling down, I have no reason to be glum. Because in fact, I have an amazing life, And the best part is being a Mum.