Accidentally

When the world gets me down
I look around at what I have
which doesn’t seem a lot,
but it is more than most.
I have a life, a wife whom loves only me.
I have friends,
most of them I never see.
Apart from that nothing,
oh yes a roof over my head
and food in my belly.
Anyone would think I am satisfied.
Sadly, I am not.
Whatever more could I possibly want?
For myself to stop hurting others
indirectly and accidentally.

24 November 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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