The lament of the lucky
The pain of the world is seldom seen the joy and the smiles all around When you have everything, suffering seems far away the worms and the filth are shunned deep into the ground The woman crawling on the street, on dusty fours; oblivious to many till the eye catches and fear strikes what if our good luck runs out, the cup emptied someday? Must make amends to keep pain at bay So you hand her a quarter and heave a sigh of relief, there, you helped the helpless would this avert tragedy, the fall? And when your luck does change, you curse the world for ignoring your pain you were good to others, you say, you never did bad to anyone at all Did she maybe? Or is it all random, a turn of the dice, a card game of fate Maybe your turn will come? Maybe it won't after all. Whatever will be will be, but you still don't see pain at all. Maybe feel it for a split second, then gone as if banished in thought, the cactus fence keeping your garden safe, what's outside can't come in, at l