I am sure that I have exceeded my allotted number of
complaints for this year, so here is my opposing take on things.
I am
thankful for my wife,
That I am
living this life,
And for my
trusty Swiss Army knife.
I am
grateful for my kids,
How they
have turned out, and their kids,
But not
everyone else's kids (let’s not get carried away here).
I am happy
that America is where I live,
That I am
healthy enough to remain active,
And that I am
sometimes able to give.
I am able to
laugh a lot at the madness,
Can
occasionally provide a little gladness,
And perhaps
lift someone from their sadness.
I appreciate
the occasional steak (rib-eyes usually),
The coffee
cakes my wife can bake,
And the
junk-food I frequently intake.
I have some
very dear friends,
Sometimes we
talk only now and then,
But they always
have my back, and I theirs ‘til the end,
I am also
grateful for my family,
Even the
cousins I don’t know familiarly,
When they show
up I welcome them willingly.
While the
world goes crazy around us, there are still things to be thankful for,
Like a our
big screen TV’s, hi-tech gadgets, cars, gear, tools, and more,
All the stuff
we didn’t have when we were poor.
Yes,
actually I am a happy person. Happy to be able to communicate,
To put my
(sometimes ill-advised) thoughts into words and articulate,
That the
world has gone mad, but it is still something I appreciate.