I Stay Blessed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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.'