I’d like to have an attitude of gratitude

embrace me more

as my time unwinds

and leaves a path of memories.


Sometimes I’m able to –

sometimes not.


I see others not much different than I

coping with agendas that would do me in

were they to touch my dailyness with such darkness.


Thankfulness induced by woes that I don’t share

seems slightly strange –

yet often that is how it is with me.

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