Count Your Blessings
By experience...
mostly never got-
what I've simply wanted,
those times were hard and felt off guard;
absence of the hunted.
As time went passed-learned real fast
to disregard those stressings,
not so bad and was so glad when
counting all my blessings.
"Patience"-not my name you know...
have struggled and survived,
so hear I belt for I have felt
like you somewhat deprived.
When you reach my age my friend
you won't ponder your own messings,
you'll revive and be alive by
counting your own blessings.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2018
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