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Lucky
Lucky
By jfarrell
Me, I’m lucky;
I still gotta roof over my head (just);
Unlike the several poor souls I passed;
Wrapped in cardboard, in shop doorways
On my way home from work;
At 3am;
With last night being so cold and wet as it was;
I may forget it often, but I am
Lucky.
Even luckier than the chief executive,
Who’s getting £90 million bonus, this year;
So much responsibility;
All that money.
Seriously; I’d drink it, maybe buy a toy, and get bored with it;
The dude who is getting it… why…
He’ll use the money - new house, cars, holidays;
He’ll spread it around, recirculate it.
Lucky.
I do what I can; couple quid here, cup of coffee there;
On £7.50 an hour (£8.50, if I get a ‘rich’ booking)
There’s too many for me to feed.
But, I do what I can.
The difference between me and that executive?
He’ll buy things, spread it around; more people would benefit;
I’d drink it, and still only give a few quid here and cup of coffee there;
I may have a ‘good’ heart, but I’m a drunk.
Luckiest.
