Unfortunate Occasions

People want to be skinny,
Buy new noses, cheeks and hair,
To earn just that little bit more money,
So they never feel despair.

People want to be older,
Or younger, year by year,
Have something to shelter behind,
To hide that dropping tear.

People want to be noticed,
But really, it’s not fair.
For all the people out there,
Dying, just do not care.

Because some of us die old,
Some of us die young,
Some of us live a happy life,
Some of us are simply unfortunate.
Some of us sit and cry every day,
And waste our life away,
But how much use is that,
When some of us have little to live,
Little time to spend,
Little hope.

Please, be grateful for what you have.
And do not waste a single moment of your life.
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