How can you complain? 

Flowers on your table.

Freedom to move.

Finishing things.

Colour and Comfort around you. 

Words to live by.

Something left to learn. 

Hands to make things.

Prayers to say.

A meal on your plate.

A warm hand in yours.

Why complain.

Why worry. 

“Just be thankful.

We never had it so good.”

said a woman I knew. 

And I believed her.





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