Count My Blessings Poem by Shaun Cronick
Count My Blessings
Damn! I finish work hours early,
Finally get some time of my own.
Suddenly the front door knocks,
As it opens slowly with a groan.
Revealing my good boss from work,
I phoned Shaun and got no reply.
I really need you in tomorrow,
Sorry, but I need a stand-up guy.
Work! Work! Work And work!
Sometimes it cuts like a knife.
And I will be there tomorrow,
A demanding fact of life.
For at least it'll be cooler,
Might rain a drop or two.
So I should count my blessings,
While enjoying the job I do.
Perhaps I shall write a poem,
Nothing too heavy or too deep.
And on returning home I can be,
Blessed by a good nights sleep.
You are blessed, Shaun. You have a work. There are many people who are right now unemployed. Yes, we must count our blessings. And we have to thank, God very single day for being alive and enjoy the wonders of existence. A very well expressed write that we could relate to. Enjoyed reading it.
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7/26/2025 7:59:11 AM # 1.0.0
Sorry to hear about the dreaded work blues Shaun, but at least you have perfectly encapsulated THAT feeling, ' that sometimes cuts like a knife' in this well written poem. It's certainly a troubled and tired but inspired ten from me!