By: Celina DeCastro
It’s so easy to forget things we take for granted,
From food, the family, the car or for the trees that are planted.
It’s so easy to forget that while you’re complaining,
Someone is at the edge of life, straining.
It’s so easy to forget the thousands dying from war and famine,
While you curse to yourself about burning the salmon.
It’s so easy to forget the children who sit under crumbled buildings and asking God, “Where are you?”,
While you complain about the assignment being due.
It’s so easy to forget the millions in our own country starving,
While you complain about your paycheck departing.
It’s so easy to forget the savior who asked us to love one another,
While you look strangely at the Gay or Muslim man who you cannot call brother.
It’s so easy to forget to say thank you for the little things,
But you complain for not living like the kings.
It’s so easy to forget the tired cashier who is working long hours,
While you argue with her over the price of a few flowers.
It’s so easy to forget to say I love you to that special someone,
Until the day you realize the only person you have left is no one.
It’s so easy to say you don’t have enough,
But from the outside looking in, your life isn’t so tough.