I Sit Here- a poem

I sit here, searching inward, visiting my thoughts

and counting my blessings.

I sit here searching deep within,

While visiting my thoughts.

Happy in the things I’ve done,

Yet counting things I’ve not.

For as each day yet comes and goes,

Seems more is left to do.

And so I count my blessings all

Before my day is through.

Each step I take along my path

Has purpose overall.

The highs of high, the lows of low,

I learn then from the fall.

For learning how to stand again

Defeats the worst of times,

And adds another blessing to

This simple life of mine.

Retm