Forgive Me When I Whine

 

Today I saw upon a bus

A lovely maid with golden hair;

I envied her - she seemed so fair.

And , oh, I wished I was so fair.

When suddenly she rose to leave,

I saw her hobble down the isle;

She had one foot and wore a crutch,

But as she passed, a smile.

 

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I have two feet - the world is mine.

 

And when I stopped to buy some sweets,

The lad who served me had such charm.

He seemed to radiate good cheer;

His manner was so kind and warm.

I said, "It's nice to deal with you;

Such courtesy I seldom find."

He turned and said, "Oh, thank you!"

And then I saw - He was blind.

 

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I have two eyes - the world is mine.

 

Then, when walking down the street,

I saw a child with eyes so blue.

He stood and watched the others play;

It seemed he knew not what to do.

I stopped a moment, and then I said:

"why don't you join the others, Dear?"

he looked ahead without a word,

and then I knew - He could not hear.

 

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I have two ears - the world is mine.

 

With two feet to take me where I'd go,

With eyes to see the sunset's glow,

With ears to hear what I should know,

I'm blessed indeed; the world is mine!

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

-Anon.