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.