Gratitude

GRATITUDE

How much of a Great Fool is he who is not
Grateful

Plus empty as a seashell and his heart must be dead

For fresh off the boat is his naivette

He walks the earth like he owns it's core

Drenched in Stupored-self-accolade

And when calamity pecks his skin, he crumbles

Yes! He falls apart again because he chose to forget the days he Drudged And the days of divine Turnarounds

Now he bends his head low and chant words he ought to have long ago

Because Now he has learnt to count his blessings

Never will his tongue lack weightlessness of words in his gratitude

And never will he forget to admonish his domain of the strength in giving thanks.

Be grateful in all areas of life. What you have today someone else somewhere is praying to have it.