Grateful Thankful

My luck is turning, For my better. Didn’t think that I warranted a change, But someone did. And I’m grateful everyday For some always find bad luck And it sticks. I’m obviously Made of Teflon, non-stick. My hard times have run away, Only thankful days Are with me now.

A Seat at my Table

Take up a pew, Converse a while, Drink with me To ease back the years. See where it went wrong Where I’m coming from And how it All got out of hand. Easy, isn’t it? When you can see it From another’s viewpoint Those humble misgivings.


Everything seems simple enough Until someone breaks a promise, You’re not happy, adjusting presently To accommodate them the contrary. Instinct is to confront, to man up Reminding them of their commitment, But that’s flogging a dead horse One that’s left the yard bolted. Instead, don’t go red, Push up your blood pressure stress, Stay calm Read more about Acceptance[…]