Laptop on my lap,
Favourite show playing on the television,
Food on the table,
And an aircond to keep me cool.
I should be happy,
Shouldn’t I?
Yet there is always something,
That I find wrong.
The food’s too salty,
The aircond’s too cold,
Or the television’s too loud.
It is easy to complain,
When you are born in the midst of luxury,
But think of others,
Who has it much worse than you,
It is not that hard either.
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