I have pretty much done as I pleased since the day of my birth and lived to tell about it. I certainly didn't deserve such a good life; I'm as self-centered and spoiled as they come, and yet I go on living a happy life. I could tell you about things in the past that seemed bad when they happened, but in the vast scheme of things those events only served to make me appreciate what I had when they were gone. This knowledge helps me weather storms when they come.
I could whine that I didn't travel as much as I would have liked, but that was my choosing. Why? Because I stayed home most of my adult life and enjoyed my gardens, my babies, other folks' babies, my cows, and the quiet of the countryside: There isn't much money in any of those enterprises. I don't complain about my lack of travel because I realize that at any time, if I'd had the gumption to do so, I could have taken driving lessons, gotten a good job, raked in the dough, and traveled anywhere I pleased.
I don't have a lot of patience for people with the "poor-me" syndrome, those who blame others for the things they lack. Such folks do, however, serve to remind me not to go down that path, so I suppose I should be thankful for them.
Again this morning I spent time sitting quietly, doing nothing. Once again, I wrote a poem.
TRUE WEALTH
Donna Wood 12/11/2015
We spend our time acquiring things we
think will make life better,
But in the end, each bauble simply
serves to forge a fetter
That only draws attention from the
very things we need
And robs life of it's meaning, stealing
peace and leaving greed.
The wanting and the wishing slowly saps
away your life.
The getting and the spending steal your
time and bring you strife.
Pin your hopes upon a thing, it's oft
the thing that shatters.
All your expectations make you miss
what really matters.
Every breath is precious. Every
heartbeat is a gift,
Do not feel unsettled when life's sands
begin to shift.
The past is gone. The future is a
million miles away.
Just give thanks for the seconds that
add up to make this day.
I too am not a whiner and would like to figuratively speaking, slap those who whine about EVERYTHING! Ugh! I thank God daily for what he has given me. My health, 3 healthy children, 2 with healthy spouses and 3 WONDERFUL and healthy grandchildren. My house is not much, but its MINE and I keep it clean, and done up. I welcome anyone to stop in and visit, take me and my house as we are...ha! Another wonderful poem for us to read and enjoy. Thank you! Wendy
ReplyDeleteDonna, I wrote about you on my blog. Trying to not be a whiny baby.
ReplyDeleteDonna, don't think I was being critical of you...never...I so admire you. When I read about what you said it hit me right in the kisser. Sure did not mean to offend you as you are one of my heroes.
ReplyDeleteAlso, Donna, biggest reason my knees hurt is I am too....ah....fat! Lol
ReplyDeleteI love to whine/vent, but not ever about the big things. They are what we all have to deal with. I haven't been blessed, but I know that others have had it way worse than I, so I'm thankful for the goodness in my life.
ReplyDeleteDonna, you are a talented poet. Lovely, lovely poems.
ReplyDeleteThat is another beautiful poem. You are blessed and it's good to be content with what you are and where you are. I too am thankful for each day.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Love the meter.
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