MY SMALL COMPLAINT

I sit in the lobby of this low budget motel
in northern Florida
having “a continental breakfast” annoyed that
the orange juice dispenser is “out of order”.
Since I count on my juice “fix” to start my day
I am displeased.
Seldom am I annoyed so early in the morning.
My disposition is usually quite upbeat
‘til later in the day
when events to my disliking might converge
to make me mad or sad.
To be annoyed  as dawn begins
requires of me some energy
to change my attitude
about my ordered life’s disruption.
So I begin to count blessings
dismayed that I, so fortunate indeed
should be distressed by little broken things
knowing that the broken world
cries out for things that truly matter,

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