Treating You
“How’s life treating you?” A neighbor
Recently inquired.
He’s a working dad and I’m
A nana, long retired.
“I can’t complain,” was my reply,
“Or rather, I will not.”
For what’s the point when, after all,
I’m grateful for a lot.
The elevators in our building
Finally both work
So endless waiting is no more
What many weeks did irk.
I’m happy for the little things;
There isn’t much to gain
From doing what I often do -
Carp, grumble and complain!
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