If we'd only count our blessings,
All the treasures we possess,
Instead of just complaining
Of our troubles and distress;
We could find that good outmeasures
All the bad that comes our way,
We'd find our days of sunshine
Would outnumber those of gray.
If we'd count the ones who love us,
Count our friends and joys we share;
See the blooms along life's pathway
Overlook the brambles there.
We'd rejoice instead of whining,
Have more hope...our race to run.
If we'd only count our blessings
And give thanks to everyone.
ANOTHER
POEM IS
WHAT I LOVE