1st World Problems Poem by Joyce Rugg
1st World Problems
The spaghetti's undercooked!
(but to most, it's a feast)
Oh my god! I broke a nail!
(no disaster in the least)
Easy to envy others
For their tablets and iPhones
But why can't we stop to think
Of those barely skin and bones?
A life is never perfect
But we need to draw the line
Put it all in perspective;
Why not think before you whine?
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5/4/2024 1:03:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem with a great flow.