THE WORLD IS MINE .....A SIMPLE REMINDER
THE WORLD IS MINE - Author Unknown
Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman
and wished I were as beautiful.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch.
But as she passed, she smiled.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two legs; the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it would do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes; the world is mine.
Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child I knew.
He stood and watched the others play,
but he did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
Why don't you join them dear?"
He looked ahead without a word.
I forgot, he couldn't hear.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two ears; the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I'd want to go,
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I would want to know.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.
If this poem makes you feel thankful, just forward it to your family and friends .
Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman
and wished I were as beautiful.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch.
But as she passed, she smiled.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two legs; the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it would do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes; the world is mine.
Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child I knew.
He stood and watched the others play,
but he did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
Why don't you join them dear?"
He looked ahead without a word.
I forgot, he couldn't hear.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two ears; the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I'd want to go,
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I would want to know.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.
If this poem makes you feel thankful, just forward it to your family and friends .
After all, it's just a simple reminder that we have so much to be thankful for!
Give the gift of love - it never comes back empty!
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A wonderful remindernot totake things for granted and to be kind to others. Good on RW!
I'll be sure to pass this on to my friends and family!
What a wonderful life lesson
We can and should be happy with what we have and what we can do, rather than coveting that of others and no matter how bad off we feel we are, there are others in more dire positions.
Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem
Excellent lesson on life RW.
I'd like to forward it back to all of my NT family! You all have given me so much to be thankful for!
I posted this on Perrie's birthday article but I think it's appropriate to share here, too!
When we feel that things are so bad, we should remember that their are others worse off!
Science and the Medical communities are always trying to create things to help the disabled or ill.
This is a lovely poem! As I sat here, enumerating my morning woes, this became a very timely reminder of how very blessed I am!
Thank you for reminding me!
Very nice selection Raven Wing, thanks for posting it this morning.
I foundit particularly enjoyable because it speaks to universal and timeless truths.
Am I the only one that was remindedby this poem ofwhat the Persian poet, Sadi, wrote back in the 10th or 11th centuryin reference toself pity?
SADI, The Gulistn , or Rose Garden (chapter 3, story 19)
I never lamented about the vicissitudes of time or complained of the turns of fortune except on the occa- sion when I was barefooted and unable to procure slippers . But when I entered the great mosque of Kufah with a sore heart and beheld a man without feet I offered thanks to the bounty of God, consoled myself for my want of shoes and recited: A roast fowl is to the sight of a satiated man Less valuable than a blade of fresh grass on the table And to him who has no means nor power A burnt turnip is a roasted fowl.
I always like this song, too...
You have to forget the politics and just listen to the music...
I have found that as I get older, I appreciate things more than before, especially the little things.
Wise woman!
Sad, but true....
That's pretty sad!!