Living In the Status Fear

Living in the Status Fear The Stratosphere is high above us, The air is thin and cold and bleak. Nothing lives there, too high to fly, By even the strongest of Eagles. I live in a more dangerous place, where the air is good and clear But this place is a lonely space, I call it my Status Fear. I see folk more successful than I, Have more than I, I wonder why. We started off running in the same race, When I finished it was never first place. What is wrong, why do I feel this way? I try my best but at the end of day, I see them lift the trophy high, I sigh, and wonder, when will it be I? Then I look around and begin to see, The blessings My Lord has given to me. In my seventy years there were medals won On the battlefield of life, I was never outdone. A beautiful wife, many years we've been wed. beautiful daughters, healthy and blessed Grandsons three, make me honoured to state Each one makes me proud to feel so great. So when I look around, see other folk frown, With their aches and pains getting them down. Our health as a family I know God did bless, My Status Fear in my head is now less. © Dave Timperley June 2016