When I Whine
Today upon a bus, I saw a lovely maid with golden hair.
I envied her - she seemed so gay - and wished I were as fair.
When suddenly she arose to leave,
I saw the cruel braces as she hobbled down the aisle;
a victim of polio was she. But as she passed -- a smile!
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two straight feet.
The world is mine!
And then I stopped to buy some sweets.
The lad who sold them had such charm.
I talked with him. He said to me,
"It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes.
The world is mine!
Then walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes
of blue. He stood and watched the others play.
It seemed he knew not what to do.
I stopped a moment, 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 feet to take me where I'd go,
with eyes to see the sunset's glow;
with ears to hear what I would know --
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I'm blessed indeed.
The world is mine!
Author unknown. If anyone has a proprietary interest in this story please authenticate and I will be happy to credit, or remove, as the circumstances dictate.
Thanks to Sherry M. Keith-Rudd SMKeith@aol.com