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Today upon a bus, I saw a lovely maid with golden
hair. I envied her - she seemed so gay - and wished
I were as fair. When suddenly she arose to leave,
I saw the cruel braces as she hobbled down the
aisle; a victim of polio was she. But as she passed
-- a smile! Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two straight feet.
And then I stopped to buy some sweets. The lad who sold them had such charm. I talked with him. He said to me, "It's nice to talk with folks like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind." Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes.
Then walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue. He stood and watched the others play. It seemed he knew not what to do. I stopped a moment, then I said, "Why don't you join the others, dear?" He looked ahead without a word and then I knew.... He could not hear. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two ears. With feet to take me where I'd go, with eyes to see the sunset's glow; with ears to hear what I would know -- Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I'm blessed indeed.
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