worth and value

Worth and value

 

An old friend called today, stressed beyond belief,

Said they had the feeling, they were, left out in the cold,

The same feeling, they said, of suffering and grief,

Suddenly they felt useless and very old,

 

So I listened for a while, heard all it was, they had to say,

And with heavy heart, I began to think, out loud,

“Your life is not so bad, on any given day,

There are lots of things that ought to make you proud,

 

Like the sun rising each morning, to start a new page in your life,

The switch that turns the kettle on for tea,

The milk in your new fridge, and you stress because of life,

Here’s a little advice from poor old me,

 

My roof is leaking water, when it rains which is most days,

The milk is sour I have no fridge to keep it cool,

My dog’s not well he hasn’t long or so the vet, he says,

Yet I didn’t call you moaning like a fool,+

 

The rent is due, and so, my landlord, wants to meet?

No food shopping done this week, for me,

I too have bills and I juggle them but still I tap my feet,

I am alive I will get through it I am free”,

 

It’s then I realised, there was silence, on my phone,

No sound, came from, the other end,

Laughing I knew that I was talking and alone,

My credit went which is usually the trend,

 

Some cheek I thought, some friend, moaning life is oh so bad,

And them full knowing where my life is sorely at,

They should take a look about, them and of little things, be glad,

Not leading boring lives which seem so flat,

 

There are all kinds of people in life, or so I’m told,

Some who like to moan about the hurt,

Most know value before they get too old,

All know the price of things; few if any, know their worth.