I have been told I'm blessed.
And everyday I get up to express,
My appreciation and thankfulness.
'Me Too!
But I get tired sometimes,
Of hearing how selfish I am...
By those wishing,
With them I share more of my blessings.
Since they go to where blessings are bestowed.
And I should give at least 10 percent,
Of my blessings to them away...
Each week.'
Who told you that?
'Some guy driving in a Mercedes,
Attempting to teach me by preaching...
Facts of life he said I needed to know,
If I wanted my blessings to grow.
Then he drives away.'
How come he doesn't offer you a ride?
'I wasn't dressed to impress.
And he was on a convincing mission.'
I take it you weren't convinced?
'I am convinced he is not the reason,
I stay blessed.
And I've already paid,
For the peace of mind with me that stays.
On a daily basis.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem