A Kid’s Memoir of Life

I grew up one day and had a thought on life,

I had a new perception of struggle and strife.

I used to think lone and hardened thoughts,

Would get me to a house I bought,

A career I sought,

And a family who understood things never taught.

And then I realized,

I’d been looking at it all wrong.

I was cold and callous,

And had a chip on my shoulder taped together with malice,

My family split up and went different ways,

And I was bitter I didn’t have a say.

I grew up with little money and excess grief,

And held it against anyone who was different than me.

I looked at the world through a bitter scope,

Jealous of those who had what I would’ve chose.

But I look at it now,

And thank God every day for the lessons he sent down.

I thought a homeless childhood was cruel to me,

But I see now it gave me a chance of a closer family.

I thought being poor was a bitter curse,

But I realize now it was a chance to appreciate what you earn.

I would tussle and balk at those who were different,

But now I see that’s what makes the special world we live in.

I was a child to think I’d be any different,

That easy comes to those who chase,

But the rarest of life comes to those who wait.

A grown man I became,

Learning lessons from God whom I’ve come to thank.

And looking back on my life,

Its struggle and strife,

There’s not a thing I’d take away,

Not a second I’d change,

From this beautiful life of mine.