A far tougher journey in life than mine of you would have known
But why tell me of your worries i have worries of my own
Yet there are people in their millions than us doing it far more tough
Homeless and often hungry living and sleeping rough
Among millions of poor people poverty comes in varying degrees
In a Human World of a reported sixty five million refugees
Compared to them your worries and mine does seem rather small
In fact we should have little to complain of at all
Though you and i drive around in a very old car
There are billions far worse off than you and i are
With homes for to live in and three meals a day
One might say in life we are doing okay
We are far better off than those living in extreme poverty
How very sad indeed life for them must be.
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