Ungrateful

I complained I was unhappy, When I had never known dire despair; I grumbled I was lonely Even though someone was always there. I yelled, "Why have you forsaken me?" To the skies; Even though I got more than I deserve, I constantly told myself lies. I cursed the bread and rice Even though I had enough to eat; I cried that I had no shoes Until I met a man with no feet. I thought I was unlucky, It turned out I was blessed; I got down on my knees And, um, well...I think you know the rest. By: Joseph DeMarco