January 10, 2017

As I look down upon the valley floor,
I can’t help but ask why
you got the short end of the stick.

I could see
before you,
But I didn’t experience
before you.

I wish I could trade spots baby
because you deserve more
than was ever given to you.
That bed has my name written all over it.

Lucky is all I was
and am today.
I haven’t earned anything
that I love to claim.