Everything: a poem
I look at everything I’ve got,
And wonder about what I’d do without them.
Everything changes,
And everything goes,
That’s what mother always said.
Without anything I wouldn’t be here,
And we wouldn’t shed a single tear,
I wonder what would I do without everything.
So I thank the lord for another day,
As I look back at everything I’ve done and got,
Gone for a day or two,
I wonder what I could do,
With anything.