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A small job transformed my life

Even thought I may have strife

I learned to be greatful for what I have

When I fed homless someone's children or dads

 

I already had a moment that changed my view

I already had a job, so have many that's nothing new

What is new is that I learned to be more greatful for what I have

A loving home and a Mom and Dad. 

 

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