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Today I stood
at my window and cursed the pouring rain.
Today a desperate farmer prayed for his fields of grain.
My weekend plans are ruined; it almost makes me cry
While it makes the farmer lift his arms and bless the clouded sky.
The alarm went off on Monday and I cursed my work routine.
Next door a laid-off mechanic feels the empty pocket of his jeans.
I can't wait for my vacation, some time to take for me,
While my neighbour doesn't know tonight, how he'll feed his family.
I cursed my leaky roof and the grass I need to mow.
As a homeless man downtown checks for change in the telephone.
I need a new car for mine is getting really old,
While the homeless man huddles in a doorway, seeking shelter from the cold.
With blessings I'm surrounded: the rain, a job, a home,
Though my eyes are often blinded by things I think I own.
*wondering who wrote this -- for it is certainly something
to think about*
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