For the Wife
Who says it's hot dogs tonight,
Because she is home with me,
And not out with someone else.
For the Husband
Who is on the sofa being a couch potato,
Because he is home with me,
And not out at the bars.
For the Teenager
Who is complaining about doing dishes,
Because it means she is at home,
And not on the streets.
For the Taxes
I pay,
Because it means I employed.
For the Mess
To clean after a party,
Because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the Clothes
That fit a little too snug,
Because it means I have enough to eat.
For my Shadow
That watches me work,
Because it means I'm out in the sunshine.
For a Lawn that needs moving,
Windows that need cleaning,
And Gutters that need fixing,
Because it means I have a home.
For all the Complaining
I hear about the government,
Because it means we have freedom of speech.
For the Parking spot,
I find at the end of the parking lot,
Because it means I am capable of walking,
And I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge Heating bill,
Because it means I am warm.
For the Lady behind me in church
Who sings off key,
Because it means I can hear.
For the pile of Laundry and Ironing,
Because it means I have clothes to wear.
For Weariness and Aching muscles
At the end of the day,
Because it means I have been capable of working hard.
For the Alarm that goes off
In the early morning hours,
Because it means I am alive.
And finally
For too much E-mail,
Because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
Live well,
Laugh often,
& and; Love with all your heart!
From my mailbox
1st March 2009
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