Some problems are big, some are small,
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining at all,
But if only they'd have some love for me.
"Can you pleeeeaze help my sick daughteeer?" the Indian woman asks in a desperate voice.
I take her daughter and place her on my lap,
A little TLC and a rub of the tummy,
And the girl is skipping and dancing around.
"Can you fix my lapy topy," the Chinese man asks with a smile.
I take the laptop from him, a little screwing here and a dusting there,
Within a few minutes, I hand it back to him good as new.
"Now stay off the streets and stop selling DVDee DVDee."
"My crop has failed and I have no food,
My family and I will starve if you do not help,"
The African man looks round hoping I'll offer him Supermalt.
Bags of grain, wheat and flour I give to him from my abundant storehouse.
"Yo wassup Big Man, I need your help,
Ain't good for man to be alone, you know the deal,
I need a honey, you know someone to love," says the American man with a twang in his drawl.
I point him to the East where a beautiful maiden is picking flowers,
Go to her, Your soul mate awaits you.
"Ma Mia, Help me Master, ze debtors in Milan are after me!"
I look at the Italian Shopaholic, carrying dozens of bags,
eyeing me from behind her Gucci sunglasses,
I sigh at her mess but still settle her debts,
Another satisfied visitor leaves without a second thought.
They come from all directions with their worries and their woes,
Some problems are big, some are small,
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining at all,
But if only they would show an ounce of gratitude
Or treat me better than they treat Santa Claus.
Then I see a boy approaching,
"Master it's good to see you."
"Good to see you too my child. What can I do for you?"
"You mean you don't need anything?"
"No, I wanted to spend time with you and tell you I love you
and appreciate everything you do."
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