i won’t complain no more, no more
you see
only should i say what i have
that so many have not
a modest house
whose roof does not leak
and holds the heat in winter
a rusty car that still runs
and a license to drive it
someone with whom i have shared 40 Years
adult children who care
a body, still somewhat serviceable
enough faculties left to feel what is real,
discern what matters now,
scribble a few poems and stories
i hope my kids will read one day
and the strength given me
to overcome some of my weaknesses
someone said
“I used to cry because i had no shoes,
until i met a man who had no feet”
