Things I think I own
Today I stood at my window and cursed the pouring rain
Today a desperate farmer prayed for his field of grain
My weekend plans are ruined; it almost makes me cry
While the farmer lifts his arms and blesses the clouded sky
The alarm went off on Monday and I cursed my work routine
Next door the laid off worker feels the empty pockets of his jean
I can’t wait for my vacation, some time to take for me
And he doesn’t know, tonight, how he’ll feed is family
I cursed my leaky roof and the grass I need to mow
A homeless man downtown checks for change in the telephone
I need a brand new car; mine is getting so old
As he huddles in a doorway seeking shelter from the cold
With blessings I’m surrounded; the rain, a job, a home
Though my eyes are often blinded by things I think I own
Author Unknown
Today I smiled
Today I smiled and all at once
Things didn’t look so bad
Today I shared with someone else
A bit oh hope I had
Today I sang a little song
And felt my heart grow light
And walked a happy little mile
With not a cloud in sight
Today I worked with what I had
And longed for nothing more
And what had seemed like only weeds
Were flowers at my door
Today I loved a little more
And complained a little less
And in the giving of myself
I forgot my weariness
Author Unknown