Simple Gratitude

Whining wailers never know when, opportune moments ever begin. An angry man hath his eyes closed, not a bit of triumph ever he knows. I smile and nod my gratitude, to vets in wheelchairs "in their fortitude" down syndrome children‘s, little aptitude, courage, in the plight of such magnitudes. Gratitude begets beatitudes. Gratefully I recharge my attitude. I smile when in conflict, I am stewed, a notion of locomotion, in attitude. I smile and rejoice in summer’s breeze. I drink noble coffee in a winter’s freeze. My conscience is clear I am at peace, watching each fall the geese fly east. Gratitude begets these beatitudes. in diligence, I secure my attitude. In smiles each day my life is renewed, by love’s theory of moving subdued. I praise in amaze on a rainy day, every mud puddle in which children play, I love their laughter and frolic, quite gay. "Gratitude doth beget it's master’s pay."