I'm sorry that I complain so; I know that my life has not been that hard. I know how lucky I've been. I'm appreciative, in my way.
Beloved of God
If I could be a better friend, I would,
But snapping fingers cannot make it true.
I’m glad that I’m not smarter or less smart,
I’m in the zone of comfort, after all.
The smarter people, they all suffer so,
Suffer for their art.
The lesser lights may not suffer at all.
Mediocrity is best; life is long.
To live so long this life,
It seems so very long,
Isn’t it a long, long time?
And understanding nothing,
Is it blessing? Is it curse?
More like a curse to understand.
So only prayers of thanks from me,
For all that I have ever seen,
My life has been so trouble free,
I know I am belov’d of god.