Life Is Hard Poem by Michael Silver

Saw a young man cry
Thought I’d ask him why
Said he saw his old man die
Told him that he had to say goodbye

Saw a little girl as thin as a stick
Thought she looked a little sick
Gave her a hoe and a pick
Told her to plant grain and she’d soon grow thick

Watched men go off to war
Told them there wasn’t much but death in store
Still the flag and gun they bore
And I didn’t care about their life anymore

Walked by a man on his death bed
He had a small tumor in his heart, lungs, and head
So I gave him a silent prayer and I said
Bless this man, lest tomorrow he is dead

Walked by a beggar who didn’t have a cent
He looked like someone who had bought many a pint
His veteran body was torn and bent
Didn’t look very convincing so off I went

Today the food in the microwave got a little chard
Tomorrow I might mow my front yard (Neighbors been complaining that it’s a junkyard)
Tonight I’ll probably buy myself a lottery card
Cause let’s face it
My life is hard