Way Beyond Me

You sure do like to complain of the hard life you have had

And for your many small blessings you never feel glad

So many who know it far tougher than you are sleeping rough tonight

From the day that they were born for them an uphill fight 

With a devoted wife and two healthy young daugthers in life you are doing okay

And a nice home to return to at the end of your working day

On saying by life you have been hard done by you must be hard to please

You must be one of those afflicted by the poor me disease

So many like you so hard to satisfy

Not happy in their lives one must wonder why

They cannot seem to realize of how lucky they are

With a nice family and a nice home to live in and own a good car

 

So many poor people on the poor side of the town

out of work and homeless and financially down

They would look on you as of the privileged few

On saying that wealth is relevant is not saying what is new

As one of the children of the not lesser gods

You were not born into life for to battle the odds

Why some people who are lucky of a hard life complain

Seems way beyond me to attempt to explain.