Last night I cried myself to sleep and I
A man with many winter seasons under my belt;
When I thought of losses and gains of my life
Am thankful for the peace in me my soul felt

I have worn beautiful cloth, in style and color
but none fit my muscles/swine perfectly than my skin;
and I have worn some pretty amazing and cool
shoes yet the soles of my feet feel more comforting

I have not a luxury of a cushion at all times
but my buttock always provide the comfort I need;
and in this life, I know what it means to
suckle a breast either for pleasure or feed

So am grateful for everything that I have
and for every year that I am alive.