Forgive me when I whine

I was cleaning out our basement Friday night and came across this poem. It certainly reminds me of how grateful I should be with how wonderful my life is.

Today upon a bus, I saw

A lovely maid with golden hair.

I envied her-- she seemed so gay--

And I wished I were as fair.

When suddenly she rose to leave,

I saw her hobble down the aisle;

She had one foot, and wore a crutch,

But as she passed, she had a smile.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;

I have two feet--the world is mine.

And when 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 to men 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, as I passed along the way,

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 for a moment, and 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 go,

With eyes to see the sunset's glow,

With ears to hear what I would know,

I'm blessed indeed. The world is mine.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

(Author Unknown)