Thursday, December 28, 2006

Count my blessings

When I wake up in the morning
I try hard not to worry
About what could go wrong
Things happen in a hurry

I think about the money
And hope I'll have enough
To pay for all repairs
The times are often tough

I pray my teeth are good
And my vision's still the same
Glasses are quite costly
Plus I still like my old frames

Repairs will always happen
As long as I am living
The house, the car, whatever
My money I'll keep giving

I need to count my blessings
There is a brighter side
I'll handle all these mishaps
With money put aside

By, Ramdee Saber 7/1/06