Greatful Poem by Yevgeniy Grinman

Barewitness sunrise
once again.
Im greatful
I woke up.
Greatful there's air
inside my lungs
and coffee
in my cup.
Greatful that
for the most part
my health is well
so far.
There's warm blood
coursing through my veins
and rhythm
in my heart.
This heavy burden
that I bare
has yet to
break my back.
Despite the stress
that I endure,
my sanitys intact.
If mother nature
sees it fit,
as part of her
big plan.
Next sunrise
Ill be grateful that
I woke up again.