The Fireplace And Ember Argument

Why do I write in gloomy prose?
Because its easier I suppose 
When there's so much easy inspiration
One needs little imagination 
But I should stop and look up a bit more
And reach the end of this doomed folklore 
For its high time I smiled and cheered up full stop
Because I'm not the one up for the chop
I live, I breath, experience, survive
In a pretty decent, and fluid little life
I coast along whilst others have issues
And if I see someone crying, I shouldn't encourage it, just offer tissues 
Granted there are obstacles I have had to beat 
But I sit here while others have nothing to eat 
So who am I to complain ? I'd do well to remember 
That while I have a fireplace, others barely have an ember