Next time you groan at the price of the gas,
Be thankful your car can still make the pass.
Next time your house is a mess and a roar,
Be grateful for family who live through that door.
Next time your boss makes your patience run thin,
Give thanks for the job that helps you begin.
We wait for the better, we wish for the grand,
While blessings surround us, close at hand.
We gossip, we grumble, we sigh and compare,
Ignoring the gifts that are already there.
But life is too short to waste on the small—
Let gratitude rise and soften it all.
So live with a heart that sees what is good,
The laughter, the shelter, the warm plate of food.
You are already blessed, just open your eyes—
And joy will appear like a sun in your skies.
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