The World Is Mine

When I Whine

by Red Foley

Today upon a bus, I saw

A lovely maid with golden hair;

I envied her - she seemed so dear

And oh, I wished I were so fair.

When suddenly she rose to leave,

I saw her hobble down the aisle,

She had one foot and wore a crutch,

But as she passed, a smile.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have two feet.
 The world is mine.

"And when I stopped to buy some sweets,

The lad who served me had such charm;

He seemed to radiate good cheer,

His manner was so kind and warm.

I said, "It's nice to deal with you,

Such courtesy I seldom find."

He turned and said, "Oh, thank you, sir!"

And I saw that he was blind.

Oh, God forgive me when I whine.

I have two eyes.
 The world is mine.

Then, when walking down the street,

I saw a child with eyes of blue.

He stood and watched the others play.

It seemed he knew not what to do,

I stopped a moment, then I said:

"Why don't you join the others, dear?"

And then I knew. He could not hear.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have two ears.
 The world is mine.

With feet to take me where I go,

with eyes to see the sunset's glow,

With ears to hear what I should know.

I'm blessed indeed, The world is mine.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.