Do we ever really realise <br />how very lucky we are? <br />Living lives of comfort <br />Removed from poverty by far. <br /> <br />I see around me, women <br />Struggling to make ends meet <br />I see around little children, <br />Naked from head to feet <br /> <br />I see my maid working <br />from early morning to night <br />Only to have her earnings taken away <br />By her husband, after a fight <br /> <br />Drinking away her hard earned money <br />Hopelessness resides in her eyes <br />And still she continues to live <br />A vacant look in her eyes <br /> <br />So much sorrow and <br />Misery where ever one sees <br />Makes me realise just how lucky I am <br />should thank God on my knees <br /> <br />It's a beautiful world out there <br />but there's squalor and poverty too <br />Born into all the comforts <br /> Such people are very few <br /> <br /> So much to be thankful for, <br />This world and everything in it <br />And if we can help the underprivileged <br />We should try and do our bit <br /> <br />Some help to those who are needy <br />A listening ear to those with a heavy heart <br />Brighten up someone's day somehow <br />See their worries, temporarily depart<br /><br />Arti Chopra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-lucky-we-are/
