As I lay back, on the garden swing
staring up at a cloudless sky
I realise just how good life is
and it makes me want to cry

Not tears of sadness for a change
but a mixture of joy and guilt
For I have so much more than others
around me in this life I've built

True I may not love my home
and would prefer elsewhere instead
but at least I have the shelter
of four walls and roof o'er my head

And I may not have much money
but the cupboards are never bare
and now and then I get the chance
for a treat just here and there

Its the guilt and shame of self pity
that first turns tears on
I have nothing to complain about
and wallowing was wrong

But the striking realisation
of just how rich my life can be
if I let myself be grateful
for all that's inside me.

I have eye's that see and a heart that beats
ear's that hear and legs that walk
Arms to hold my loved ones
lips with which to kiss and talk

But most of all I have the soul
of a poet, true and strong
and the sense to let my pride admit
when sometimes I get it wrong.

So forgive my indiscretion
my depression and my blues
but I guess to appreciate the win
we sometimes have to lose.