When Will It Be Our Turn
It's getting close to beddy-byes time
And as I think back on the day
It wasn't my best day ever but certainly not my worst
But however I classify it, good bad or somewhere in between
My worst day would surely be the absolute best day
For the suffering peoples all over the world
It's easy to forget how fortunate we all are
To wake in the morning and not have that overwhelming fear
Wondering if this will be my final day
With the senseless fighting going on all around us
We in the Canada can't imagine what it's like
To be living in fear every single day with no sign of peace
My heart goes out to all these poor souls
Our greatest fear is missing Saturday Night Hockey on TV
We don't realize what a privilege that is
The wars in all the other parts of the world
Are the furthest thing from our minds
I suggest we pause and thank our lucky stars
We live in a free, loving, peaceful country
Can't help thinking though... when will it be our turn!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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