How incomplete my life is.
At school, a t home, at church,
Everywhere its just the same.
When I see my friend,
Showing off his expensive watch,
I ask myself and my creator,
"Why only him, why not me?"
When I walk back home,
And still see my Classmate,
Going back home in his luxurious Porche,
I ask myself and my creator,
"Why only him, why not me?"
When I run into the field,
And drop in a puddle,
And see everyone make a joke of me,
I ask myself and my creator,
"Why not them, why only me?"
When I walk along an empty lane,
Pondering about what rubbish life is.
I see two speeding cars coming,
And then they crash into each other.
What I see next is three bloody bodies,
A man, a woman and their child.
I am left widemouthed,
I can still see visions of me being in one of them,
And being flattened to a blood-red pancake.
I can't ask, I can't utter,
"Why not me?" or"Why just me?"
I can just look up to heaven,
And see what a lovely day God has given me.
The sky is a beauty,
The trees' leaves are greener,
And life is completely full of Blessings.
-Self-composed
PriMat
