The World is Mine

As I sat in the bus today

I saw a girl with golden hair

I sighed and wished I were as fair

Then I saw her hobble down the stairs to leave

Oh God, forgive me when I whine

I have two legs; the world is mine

In town I entered a shop to buy some candy

The guy who sold them had such charm

It didn’t hurt to chat a little

When I turned to leave I heard him say

It was nice to speak to someone like you. You see, I’m blind

Oh God, forgive me when I whine

I have two eyes; the world is mine

Down the road I saw a group of boys playing soccer

And a boy, he stood aside with eyes so blue

Little boy, I asked. Don’t you want to play too?

He glanced at me and turned away, looking unseeingly into space

Then I realized he was deaf; he couldn’t hear me

Oh God, forgive me when I whine

I have two ears; the world is mine

By the road sat a man, designer shirt and Italian shoes,

Feet dangling in the gutter, scratching his head

Writing in the sand murmuring to himself.

It wasn’t difficult to conclude;

He had just gone mad

Oh God, forgive when I whine

I have a great mind, the world is mine

Walking through the slum,

Merrymaking at this house like there was no tomorrow

There lay a man on a mat,

His family around him, and a nurse too

They were trying to feed him through a tube

Oh God forgive me when I whine

I have a mouth I put to use; the world is mine.

Passing by a pub I heard a melodious voice

Singing so sweet a song, I couldn’t resist popping in

There she was, entertaining with pleasure

The girl who sang had no arms

Oh God, forgive me when I whine

I have two arms the world is mine

With legs to take me where I go

Eyes to see what I can see

Ears to hear what I can hear

A mind to think what I can think

A mouth to eat and speak my mind

And arms  to help write what I write

I’m blessed indeed, the world is mine.