Thorns

Life isn't difficult,
Not when you're grateful,
For what you have,
For what's been given to you.

Life isn't the slightest bit as difficult,
As the lives of people,
Who don't have shelter to feel safe in,
Who don't have the comfort of being in their mothers arms,
Who don't have food to fill their empty stomach's

We often say,
I myself do to,
That life is so stressful,
Life is difficult.
As a matter of fact, we have it easy.
People stricken with poverty,
Living a life that has never included luxury in the equation,
They rarely ever complain, they never give up.

Yet when we have all the things that we do,
All the many amenities available,
Fret and whine,
Frown and grunt,
That's all we ever do.
When in truth we have to think
" There are people in the world,
Suffering from worse conditions, I'll pray for them,
I should be grateful for what I have,
To all my bad thoughts, good riddens"

Life isn't difficult
You're just going through thorny bushes
Beyond awaits sweet victory
Vast green meadows, serenity.
The thorns that hurt you along your journey,
Will fall if you leave them, they can be removed if you chose to dismiss them.
They'll leave a mark, no doubt,
But where will those thorns be when you're rolling on the grass in the meadow beyond?
They'll be forgotten, laying on the ground where you left them,
And that is where they will stay.