Everyone likes to complain about their life.
Their jobs suck.
Bad service at the coffee shop.
Traffic was slow.
My friends don’t understand me.
How soon we forget
We are blessed.
Food to eat.
Clothes to wear.
A roof over our head.
People who care
and won’t try to hurt us.
My life is good.
If only I look at it differently.
Saturn's Premier Poet 