I’ve learned to be happy with the things I have.
I found myself awake this morning, but someone did not
My heart is behind my chest, where others found bullets from where they’ve been shot
My legs are able, I found myself walking
Others are mourning because the doctor just finished talking
I spoke to a friend today, so I’m able to speak
While some rely on speaking to friends, because they can not see
I can hear others, I can listen and understand
The other day I saw two people communicating using signs made with hands
My wife prepared dinner at the table, so I helped myself
While another needs tubes to eat, they can’t help themself
I can work, I can bag groceries and push carts through a lot
While some of us recieve a check every month because they can not
I used to bitter, used to fuss and complain
Until I looked through the window of my car at the homeless in the rain
I used to find a way out of work
Until I saw someone else get the unfortunate event that I deserve
I have become grateful for the little that I have
And thankful that I have found myself happy and not sad
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