Our Greatest Gifts

Each day I see people who make it, who succeed
and I view them with jealous eyes, envious of them
when each day I work hard to live, struggle till I bleed
as by their standards, I barely grow my own stem.

I ooze with bitter feelings, hating those who have more
riches and fame and the things that make them happy
residing in the penthouse, while I rot on the bottom floor
living a good life when others feel miserable and crappy.

Then I think about the things that make me content
bringing love and hope to my heart, and never do I hide
when I’m down and my vigor is scattered and spent
my energy returns with a big hug from a loving child.

When I’m with them, the anger and sorrow leaves
as our children are a gift, one not every person receives.

Reviews

[Kaylie]

I love the twist at the end, good job!