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I complained of how my bed was cold and hard,
As a rock someone would be sleeping on it.
Then I saw a homeless man, dirty and dusty
Sleeping on the ground
Gazing at the sky
Under the blanket of blissful sky, - smiling.
I grumbled how tiring it was,
Eating the same food every day.
Then I saw some poor children,
Scrapping food from the dirty tins of steel boxes.
A smile lighting up their faces
As if they hadn’t eaten for days.
I lamented my old, worn-out clothes,
Then I realised
How many can’t even afford to have one.
I realise,
We’re too late to admire, our luck
While we have, which
Others might only dream of.
Complaining brings nothing, but more pain and suffering
But acceptance, it brings wisdom of being grateful.