Why Me?
Life is funny and seems unfair.
Pain and sorrow everywhere.
Much of the poetry that I see,
is full of angst and misery.
So many peoples dreams are broken.
Words of love are never spoken.
Only sadness fills their days.
Who can wipe their tears away?
It's said you harvest what you sow.
I know it's true, but bad winds blow.
Sometimes it's hard to see the way,
when your having a real bad day.
But as I sit here in my chair,
I'm happy and without a care.
Spirit has been so good to me.
The reasons why, I do not see.
For I've been mean and I've been bad.
My enemies failures made me glad.
So I am not a saint you see.
I'm still as human as can be.
I'm sorry for those who are suffering strife.
While I'm contented and have a good life.
But Spirit and I have made a pact,
where he provides the things I lack.
I in turn just sing his song,
and try my best to do no wrong.
It works for me as you will note.
Let Spirit steer and I'll row the boat.
Pain and sorrow everywhere.
Much of the poetry that I see,
is full of angst and misery.
So many peoples dreams are broken.
Words of love are never spoken.
Only sadness fills their days.
Who can wipe their tears away?
It's said you harvest what you sow.
I know it's true, but bad winds blow.
Sometimes it's hard to see the way,
when your having a real bad day.
But as I sit here in my chair,
I'm happy and without a care.
Spirit has been so good to me.
The reasons why, I do not see.
For I've been mean and I've been bad.
My enemies failures made me glad.
So I am not a saint you see.
I'm still as human as can be.
I'm sorry for those who are suffering strife.
While I'm contented and have a good life.
But Spirit and I have made a pact,
where he provides the things I lack.
I in turn just sing his song,
and try my best to do no wrong.
It works for me as you will note.
Let Spirit steer and I'll row the boat.
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