T.A.P TELL A POEM OR BE A POEM

My father said once

I complain about my feet until I met a man with no feet.                                                                                  I complain about my back until I meet a woman in a wheelchair.                                                                     I complain about my teeth until I met a person without teeth.

  I complain about my love life until I saw a person died truly alone.                                                              I complain about my parent until I meet a kid who had no parent.                                                                I complain about my money until I saw a homeless man on the street.