For the teenager who is not doing dishes
but is
watching TV,
because that means he is at home
and not on the streets.
For the taxes that I pay, because it means
that I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party,
because it means that I have been
surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug,
because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work,
because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need
cleaning, and gutters that need fixing,
because it means I have a home.
For all the complaining
I hear about the government,
because it means that
we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end
of the
parking lot,
because it means I am capable of walking
and that I have been blessed
with transportation.
For my huge heating bill,
because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church
that sings off key,
because it means that I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing,
because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles
at the end of the day,
because it means I have been
capable of working hard.
For the alarm that goes off
in the early morning hours,
because it means that I am alive.
And finally....
For too much e-mail,
because it means I have friends
who are thinking of me.
