Don't Tell Me...

My daughter Megan's favourite poem by my own hand. Hope you like it too. In pink, she likes pink !


Don't tell me that life is tough,
Don't tell me you've had enough.

Don't tell me your feeling sad,
Don't tell me it makes you mad.

Don't tell me that it's not right,
Don't tell me about your plight.

Don't tell me its so unfair,
Don't tell me that i don't care.

Don't tell me about your woes,
Just take a hint from one who knows.

That we all moan and curse our fate,
When we are but a minute late

And shops aren't open through the night,
The weathers wet or suns too bright

That money never stretches far,
Or you can't have a nice new car

That eating out you had to wait,
There's not enough upon your plate.

For i am he who sees the child
with furrowed brow, so meek and mild

That hasn't food enough to eat
Or shoes upon their blistered feet

That takes a beating every day
that wishes Dad would 'go away'

The child that weeps and no-one hears
And being brave beyond their years

That hasn't Mum or Daddy there
That hasn't anyone to care

That shivers in the darkest night
Yet burns beneath the sun so bright

So don't tell me about your day
How everyone got in your way

Or someone hasn't done their best
Or all you want is home and rest

For in this world we call our home
So many children cope alone

They've not a care about such things,
Or any gift that money brings.

They only have what God allows,
Until he stoops to mop their brows.

So think before you next complain,
And don't tell me about your pain..