Shall I tell a pretty story

Filled with pretty lies

Or shall I tell you the truth

Seen through these eyes

You complain so easily

When so many more

Have so much less than you

So much they are grateful for

You have a bed

Under a roof

You have family

There's the proof

You have nice clothes

Cool friends

The list of blessings

Never ends

You whine and whine

But you don't know

How good you have it

How much you owe

So instead of whining

Think it through

And think of people

With much less than you

And then you'll find

That it's easier to be

Grateful now

And not blind to what you see