Not exactly a poem

I've finished my first poem book already, American's Favorite Poems, and am now starting on the second book, Poems to Read. I haven't read anything yet worth posting about, so instead I'm going to comment on an old saying that came up at dinner with Justin's father the other night:

I felt sorry for myself 
because I had no shoes
until I met a man 
who had no feet.

We were discussing ways of viewing the world from a more positive perspective and this phrase seemed to hit the concept spot-on. I am really going to try and stop letting work get me so frustrated, since I know there are lots of people out there who don't even have a job.