Thursday, April 27, 2017

Gratitude

As I am cleaning up my house, preparing for a move I found a newspaper clipping I had saved with a poem on it. It appeared in Dear Abby on May 17, 1983. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.


Today, upon a bus, I saw a lovely maid with golden hair,
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and I wished I were as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle; she had one foot, and used a crutch, but as she passed, she had a smile.
Oh, God forgive me when I whine; I have two feet, the world is mine.

And when I stopped to buy some sweets,
the lad who sold them had such charm. I talked with him, he said to me,
"It's nice to talk to men like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God forgive me when I whine; I have two eyes, the world is mine.

Then, as I passed along the way, I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play; it seemed he knew not what to do.
I stopped for a moment; and then I said, "Why don't you join the others dear?"
He looked ahead without a word, and then I knew he could not hear.
Oh, God forgive me when I whine; I have two ears, the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I'd go,
with eyes to see the sunsets glow,
with ears to hear what I would know,
I am blessed indeed.
The world is mine.
Oh, God forgive me if I whine.

Author Unknown

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