Counting My Blessings
When I'm down in the dumps
and things don't seem so great
I pause for a second;
I take a second and wait.
I think to myself
"This isn't so bad."
I think to myself
"Look at all the things that you have."
I have air in my lungs
and eyes that can see.
I have a style and a swagger
that are so perfectly me.
I have parents who loves me.
I have friends who care.
I have a home to call mine
and my favorite stuffed bear.
I have my favorite book that I read
from cover to cover.
I have a hot meal each night
thanks to my mother.
Both of my legs can walk,
Both of my ears can hear
and that's enough for me
to realize that I'm lucky to be here.
Bad days come
and bad days go.
If there's one thing I've learned
it's to go with the flow.
Take a step back
and give endless praise
for everything you have
and what you could make.
This life is a gift.
Stop your stressing.
Live for today
and count your blessings.
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