The Joy of Life
Every morning when I wake up
I quietly smile and thank the Lord,
For joy again has filled my cup
And I know my prayers are not ignored.
For the sun shines bright for me each day
Although Iím confined to a chair,
For my blessings are in a wide array
Shared by many other folks who care.
I think of all those other folk
Who are stricken with disease,
And all those ones who wear the yolk
As nurses, carers & folks of expertise.
There are many more with broken homes
And others too with broken hearts,
Folks who wilt and stare like gnomes
When sorrow shoots her poison darts.
Before you cry and then complain
Take stock of things that make you glad,
I think youíll find few probís remain
And thereís little reason to be sad.
Yes, it is a lovely day once more
And I fly my flag unfurled,
I offer thanks for the open door
That leads me to the internet world.
Lindsay P Wilson