“Some have food, but cannot eat,
Some can eat, but have no food”..
A nursery rhyme we sing back then,
Before we hit the age of nine or ten.
We didn’t know the value at that time,
We were so young, far from our prime.
At times, we don’t know the value of life,
Until we see the extent or effect of strife.
We don’t appreciate the presence of peace,
Until unrest begins and the peace we miss.
We don’t see the value of our good health,
Till we know, we can’t buy it with our wealth.
We don’t know the worth of the air we breath,
Until we wheeze for oxygen through our teeth.
If we pay a dollar per min for been able to see,
Another dollar per second for talking for free.
Then extras for the plenty rest that we enjoy,
How much would we have left in the long run?
Money is simply for protection and nothing more,
A means to an end, like a key used to open a door.
With it, we get some access to what many can’t,
But there are some request that it cannot grant.
So, always be grateful for the miracles we get.
Let’s appreciate the little things lest we regret.
… The Chief Lyricist™…
… a touch of mine™…
