Thankful

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.