February 2, 2012
How Blessed am I !
I complained about work and lack of sleep
Then I chanced upon a boy who begged on the street
I thought, Thank God – I at least have a job -
How blessed am I !
I ranted about how things were expensive
A luxury bag or branded shoes maybe
Till I met this woman who wore a sack for a dress
And wrapped in a newspaper was her little baby
How blessed am I !
I wondered how I’d look with blue or green eyes
If I were taller, fairer or my hair was golden
But then I saw this cripple beyond which one could identify
At least people don’t cringe from me when I’m looked at
How blessed am I !
I told my parents not to worry about me
For I’m now an adult who can fend for myself
Until I looked at this newborn in a dumpster nearby
With none to care about its health
How blessed am I !
I crib and I fuss and all for what?
Because I’m alive and well?
I can hear, I can see, I can talk and decide
That forces me to question myself
Indeed, How blessed am I !
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