Counting My Blessings

by: Lucinda Kerrigan
October 16, 2011
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I am starting to really like it here

Don’t feel like moving nowhere else

I am settled in this sleepy ole town

And I have run out of road to run down

The gasoline prices are too high

And I am too happy to leave this time

I look out my apartment window

At the world below

Bustling out there on the street

With youth and business people buzzing around

Loud music, youth hanging out, doors slamming,
Crazy drivers in this hood

When is the law gonna run them amuck?

In a way, if I had the money

I would go to a better place

Fancier appliances and gadgets of this new century

And have a Porsche Mercedes

Would it make me feel better materially, well yes!

But spiritually, no!

I got my husband, my mother, and the Good Lord

That is all I need to be happy and free

Everything else is part of surviving

And can’t forget my friends

They are like family to me

Strong like a rock

That I can lean on when times are tough

Someone to call around the clock

Busy as a bee that’s me

Between school, work, running errands and caretaking

Projects and hobbies are barely a part time thing

Just some time in between

Thank you God for all of my blessings

I count them all thanks to you