Today I had a party, an unusual one at that..
There were no decorations, cake or party hats..
This "special occasion" is for me and me alone..
Would anyone have come even if they'd known?
I can't go anywhere, it all takes money..
I don't want to go alone, I have no one who calls me "honey"..
This party has me exhausted, time for a break..
maybe a nap is what I need, that's out, I'm wide awake..
I guess then I'll stay here and hang out..
besides I'd rather sit here and pout!
Is that what I really want? I'm sick of these four walls..
Would I want to be here if it were the Taj Mahal?
Then it hit me.. I am a spoiled brat!
Compared to alot of people I live like an aristocrat!
An image popped into my mind...
I recall seeing a van.. one person sleeping in the front..
and another one behind..
Where do they shower? When was their last meal?
What dire circumstances brought them to this painful ordeal?
I felt ashamed of myself, I have been very blessed!
I have no reason to feel self pity, sad or depressed..
My pity party was over, poor me has been put away, and if I am
smart at all I'll not take her out a different day..
I am tired of "woe is me", whining, and my greed..
I will now thank the Lord for giving me what I need.