Are things really that bad,
can we really not face another day,
count our lucky days,
be full of thankfullness!?
I mean it's not like
we're landing on
the beaches of Normandy
this morning,
hopping a freight to Auschwitz
to shower,
dressing warm to hunker down
at the Bulge,
gearing up for
a hike in Bataan
or stripping down
to catch some
bright rays at Hiroshima.
You see,
things could be
a helluva lot worse,
let's be grateful for living!
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
Are things really that bad,
can we really not face another day,
count our lucky days,
be full of thankfullness!?
I mean it's not like
we're landing on
the beaches of Normandy
this morning,
hopping a freight to Auschwitz
to shower,
dressing warm to hunker down
at the Bulge,
gearing up for
a hike in Bataan
or stripping down
to catch some
bright rays at Hiroshima.
You see,
things could be
a helluva lot worse,
let's be grateful for living!
Not preaching here...but really thinking about how bad personal tribulations could really get!
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