RELATIVITY

i am tired and weary
but not as weary as the coalminer
returning home blackened from his long subterranean shift
i am short of time
but not as short as the old man
gasping his last breath on his deathbed
i am uncertain
but not as uncertain as the lonely woman
struggling to choose between her children and her lover
i am a clumsy guitarist
but not as clumsy as the novice
who struggles to finger a g chord
i am a mediocre singer
but not as mediocre as the tone-deaf milkman
who clinks the bottles on our doorstep
i am a slow-coach
but not as slow as the slug
that slithers doggedly across the wet pavement
i am careful with my carbon
but not as careful as the average ethiopian
who emits a mere one hundred and sixtieth
of the average yank
i am a diligent daily blogger
but not as diligent as the man i know
who knocks out close on 365 blogs a year
my joints are stiff and unsupple
but not as stiff as our old neighbour
hobbled by painful arthritis
i feel the aches and pains of a middle-aged man
but not as acutely as the peasant
who toils every day in the fields
my wardrobe is bare
but not as bare as the vagabond's
who carries his clothes upon his back
i want for little
but i want for more than the egoless sage
who devotes his life to the search for enlightenment