It seems I have no aptitude for gratitude I am grateful in an abstract kind of way For all the things I have today I am grateful when itβs cold outdoors Feeling warmth as the fire roars Grateful for the days and nights Grateful for the warm sunlight I am grateful for the food I eat The clothes I wear, shoes on my feet I am grateful when the musicβs loud For all the things of which Iβm proud If I am grateful why do I moan Why does my spirit wander Far from this well loved place, my home Is it a disease of man That though he has all that he can It never seems to be enough Sometimes it takes times to get tough To turn the abstract into real To appreciate, to feel release To truly regain that inner peace