My daughter is a fan of StumbleUpon. She has her favourite topics, and she uses the site to help her “stumble upon” information of interest. She recently forwarded this poem to me after she encountered it through that site.
She knows what a sap I am.
Here is a poem of thankfulness by Nancie J. Carmody
I am thankful for . . .
- the mess to clean up after a party
- because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
- the taxes I pay
- because it means that I’m employed.
- the clothes that fit a little too snug
- because it means I have enough to eat.
- my shadow who watches me work
- because it means I am out in the sunshine.
- the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
- because it means I am capable of walking.
- all the complaining I hear about our government
- because it means we have freedom of speech.
- that lady behind me in church who sings off key
- because it means that I can hear.
- lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing
- because it means I have a home.
- my huge heating bill
- because it means that I am warm.
- weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
- because it means that I have been productive.
- the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours
- because it means that I am alive.