I had everything and luck: Rings of smoke
blown for me; sunlight safe inside the leaves
of cottonwoods; pure, simple harmonies
of church music, echoes of slave songs; scraps
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Lucky you, maaaan! ! ! Many pray for it, labour for it, but still do not get it! Good composition! ! !
My grandmother used to say, Count your blessings. You do. Nice poem.
An eye opener to fully appreciate what we are blessed with instead of complainIng about our lives! Great poem!
I grew up south of you in Natchez.........I had everything, too. Unfortunately, I never knew it. I just assumed. I really like your work here. thank you, Robert
Great poem. It's amazing how much of every day life we may take for granted. An easy ten for originality and style. God bless all poets-MJG.
Wonderful poem it is good we appreciate what we have. I like