Just a Donkey

When there are snazzy cars,
Swimming pools around you,
The glory of fenced places,
The skies look so grand.

But then you are just a donkey,
Braying around, nobody listening,
They call you a donkey,
Laugh a bit, kick you around.

But it is good to be a donkey,
You carry their burdens,
They laugh their warmth away,
You carry it inside you.