If It Was Me

Posted by Brad Osborne on September 5, 2019 · 2 Comments 

A blessed life has shaped me

In so many ways

Molding and carving

The me I am today

 

Fate ever so kind

With the trials I face

Never unloved

Or lacking for embrace

 

My needs met fully

For the bulk of my years

Always friends and family

To dry unwanted tears

 

Never knowing hunger

Or devoid of some means

Sheltered and protected

From life’s stormy scenes

 

Schooled and tutored

To think and speak well

But free to express

Not held by some spell

 

I have lived a full life

I’ve loved and I’ve lost

Experience not coming

Without its own cost

 

But the woes of life

For me have been few

Compared to all that

Others go through

 

If it was me

That sits all alone

Near the cardboard box

That I now call home

 

If it was me that sits

All dirty and poor

My hunger the reason

For the food I beg for

 

If it was me to which life

Had not been so fair

Would it make a difference

Would you then care

 

But there for the grace

It could easily be me

Would it change how you feel

Or affect what you see

 

Walking by ignoring the need

As we too oft choose to do

Remember, this could be me

And just as easily you

 

Look on those who need the most

Your bounty in life readily share

Remind them that life

Will not always be unfair

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