Thursday, October 11, 2012
OctPoWriMo day 11 What is Fair?
Some days I want to cry
And say life's just not fair.
Look here, I work hard
I take care of people,
I harm no one with intent.
So where is my Attagirl.
Where is my piece of the pie?
Where is my pot of gold?
And then of course I stop to think
of the loads carried by those I know
And I am reminded once again
The blessings are in the things we have...
Not the things we yearn for.
A wise man once said:
"We're still alive, we're still all here,
And while there still is life there's hope."
He's gone now, but we're still here..
I must believe we're doing something right.
And maybe that's as fair as it gets.