Notes About The Poem
At age 38, I found myself jobless, near-peniless, and near-hopeless. A great man asked me the questions in this poem --- How are your elbows? How are your wrists? How are your fingers? How are your fists? When I realized how healthy I was, I managed to get my life back on track in a hurry!
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So, my friend, world got you down a bit, eh?
Things just aren't going your way?
~ Well, how are your elbows?
And how are your wrists? How are your fingers?
How are your fists? --O.K., you say?
Thought so! Have a nice day!
It's all about perspective, sleepyhead
Wake up! Quit your complaining!
~ Count your blessings instead!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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