Count Your Blessing
Many are born with a silver spoon in the mouth
Some are just not happy of their birth
If one rightly thinks of how time flies in south
You will be grateful for thy breath
Keeping all hope only in enjoyment
Is a scam to blindfold one into over thinking
Possibly getting heart ready for deployment
To how his time could kick the bucket and go shrinking
Leave aside the shadow of thy former self
And wear your heart on your sleeve
Then you will joyfully swing the tough
Count your blessings and joys you will retrieve
Heart rejoices to the piece of cake at hand
Than the birds in bush, so show gratitude's grand
And everyone's chance of receiving more will expand
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