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!