Could I be disappointed with my lot
If I didn't know the lots of others?
Comparing my insides
With other people's outsides
Why do some whistle under crushing burdens
While others weep bitter tears despite their ease?
I sometimes whistle, sometimes weep
It is a blessing and a curse
I live in two separate worlds
Which never meet
A diary or a loving friend
Can offer precious insight
That life may be less about circumstances
Than what goes on inside
That we must accept the world
And change ourselves instead
(4/21)
April is National Poetry Writing Month
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