52 - Yes, love is blind, and so, I think, is luck

Yes, love is blind, and so, I think, is luck:
Out of a million sperm I won the race.
But still I’m not content with my lined face,
And what happened to my best-selling book?
These are the things that cause us agony
In the affluent west. We have water!
We have houses! And most of us bought a
Car or three. No - we’re not so unlucky!
To be alive at all is beyond worth,
And so we are all living trillionaires.
The sky, the sea, the land, the city squares -
We own it all, given to us at birth.
So why complain? Just go out through your door
And breathe your air until your lungs are sore.
Thur 26 Oct 2006