Tho' losses long pushed man to drink, <br />For reading loud his slip of pink, <br />Despaired he not, but paused to think, <br />Aye you'll agree: <br />It could be worse... <br /> <br />Grief's tears poured down from baleful skies, <br />Whose bills slow pondered past blank eyes; <br />When power's cut and taps run dry. <br />Forget not this: <br />It could be worse... <br /> <br />The winter's frigid fields too cold <br />These stiffened bones - they be too old <br />Your sales? Pay heed - they've poorly sold: <br />Yet don't lament, <br />It could be worse... <br /> <br />The taxmen take another chop; <br />As icecaps drip another drop; <br />The price of gas grows without stop, <br />And thats not all: <br />It could be worse... <br /> <br />Foul winds blow home to disrepair, <br />Poor lungs gasp at black smoggy air <br />We yearn for love but nothing's there. <br />Hold firm your hat, <br />It could be worse... <br /> <br />Such crimes, such wars, such 'killer' bees, <br />The terror plots, those user fees; <br />Get off your asses! O God, Please! <br />Do something MAN! <br />It just got worse! <br /> <br />-2005 - summer<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-could-be-worse/
