Gratitude

A couple of miles from here,
A man lies starving in the street,
With a tin can and a guitar,
Just to win a bite to eat.

A woman huddles 'neath an underpass,
By the light of a glowing dumpster fire,
While we dine here at our tables,
With everything we desire.

Another, sleeping in the subway,
With no place to call a home,
Alone in the bitter cold,
While we sit here on our phones,

Dometimes I feel alone--
But I can't imagine what it's like,
To be living on the edge of life,
Each and every night.

So, I thank my lucky starts,
As I reflect upon their sight;
At least I have a home,
And a comfy bed at night.

If there is a God--
I think he blessed me right,
And even on the days I struggle,
I never give up the fight.