Compared to most my personal problems seem small
And of worries i do not have many at all
And on little money i manage to get by
The nice tag of lucky to me must apply
I sleep in a comfortable bed how can i complain
When i never had to sleep out in the cold wind and rain
I am rather lucky would you not agree
And many so many not lucky like me
For i cannot say life for me an uphill fight
Since i never do go to bed hungry at night
And even poverty does come in varying degrees
In a Human World of millions of refugees
And i cannot complain since life for me okay
But for many too many it is not this way.
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