This is a poem about counting your blessings instead of running blindly in a quest for more.
I am admittedly not easily placated
Satisfied and contented with anything
I am one of those who always yearn
To be on the other seemingly greener
Side of the fence
Or inside amid the enfolding scenario
And not with my nose pressed to the barred window
I was never one to be mollified
With the lollypops of sweet words
The glass always seemed half empty
To my critical, cynical eyes
But the other day at my gloomy face
My father’s harsh, chiding words of sarcasm
Struck a chord on my heart strings
Those that had never been e’er strummed
And I saw the brighter side of life
Which dawned on me like a flash
Then I sat contemplating , calculating
Mentally counting my many blessings
Those unconsciously demeaned
Never appreciated ,always taken for granted
A smile played on my lips
As I Evaluated my underrated treasures
And I sent a silent prayer
To the heavens above for
All that it had benevolently bestowed
On a thankless soul like me…
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