I am thankful:
For the wife
Who says its hot dogs tonight,
Because she is home with me,
And not out with someone else.
For the husband
Who is on the sofa
Being a couch potato,
Because he is home with me
And not out at the bars.
For the teenager
Who is complaining about doing dishes
Because it means she is at home, not on the streets.
For the taxes I pay
Because it means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party
Because it means 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 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 I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill
Because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in temple who sings off key
because it means 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 I am alive.