Gratitude
It's about how many cars I didn't hit
How many tickets I didn't get
The pale blue sky
Sweet things that make me cry
Feeling great
Not filled with hate
My man
And all of our plans
Our little paradise in the woods
Elgin Local Goods
Precious amazing wonderful things
He continuously brings
Beautiful grand babies
Even the ifs why's and maybes
Money in the mail
Makes the end of the day just swell
Music that moves my soul
From world beat to rock and roll
go organic non-GMO homemade
No need for tirade
The many many choices
To glean from all the voices
The family and the kin
Driving me crazy now and again
The thousands of miles
Remembering to smile
Collecting friends
Some fade some remain to the end
Noticing the kindness of a stranger
That defuses the anger
Cherishing a glass of fine wine
Can take me back to a time
Of partying out back
And running with a pack
When the wine was not so fine
But having a hell of a time
Desire to celebrate
Not castigate
Hoping for patience with the masses
Seeing with more than my glasses
Accepting me
Just as I be
Copyright © Kristi Hayner | Year Posted 2016
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