I thought i had worries till to my surprise
That my cares are far smaller than i do realize
So many have far bigger problems than me
All things can be relative would you not agree
To say i am wealthy would be telling a lie
But compared to many so lucky am i
So many are homeless and hungry and sleeping rough
Compared to them life for me easy enough
So many grow poorer for every new millionaire
The have nots of the World are no longer rare
Poverty as such does come in varying degrees
In the refugee camps of the World millions of refugees
I have enough to eat and a bed to sleep in tonight
Compared to many people i am doing all right.
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