Today I found out
That my friend's 1 year old passed away
While he was taking his last breaths
I was complaining about my work day
And I thought to myself
What the **** am I complaining about
I still have life in my body and
Plenty to smile about
While we as people get stuck
In our superficial problems
An innocent spirit has suddenly fallen
We go through life angry and
Spitting hateful words
We get hung up on drama and
The truth becomes blurred
We harbor resentment
Until it finally consumes us
All this is happening while
A child is dying of cancer
And our petty problems
Are we can discuss


Just like cancer....

People also ****