Be Grateful

In a world where slavery is a mercantile trade remember to be grateful to your legs though they limp I shall remember to thank my lips for the tired yawn that activates the nerves each grey day though they reek of charred tobacco I shall remember to thank my lungs for purifying my soul while walking on grass though I pant when I miss the elevator Membranes beyond the nose for safe ventilation eyelashes that gag emotions the kneecap for play and prayer you're a deal