Why do some find life so hard?
While others sail serenely through
All the strife that comes their way
Not once or twice but day on day.
The moaners like to moan a lot
But does it help? No! Not a jot,
And everything seems so much bother.
If it's not one thing then it's another.
For myself I try to smile
And bear my lot with fortitude.
Although not rich I live in style
I have heating, light, a roof, and food.
And on occasions if I should stumble
I think, 'Oh well,' Mustn't grumble.
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