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  • Privileged 9/11/11

    Why with my blessed life do I feel this way?
    I wake up, and eat, and sleep everyday
    taking for granted the things that matter
    life set like a meal on a silver platter
    Everything handed to me to be taken
    my gratitude long ago forsaken.
    I see now the pain and suffering
    my feet shaking and shuffling
    I can't stand to see it all
    but I would surely fall
    If on my shoulders I bore
    all the pain and suffering of the losing score.