I have a full head of hair
& a nice set of teeth,
one gold cap.
The house I own
is a modest one,
with a bit over an acre
& a vegetable garden.
All of my limbs are
intact, both eyes
are in my head
& I can speak fluently.
Oh, and I'm well fed
& keep myself trim.
What the hell do I have
to worry about?
It's not like I'm
crossing the English Channel
in a landing craft
or going for another round
of chemo.
I could be limping
on an artificial leg
or eating prime rib
through a plastic straw.
If being stuck in congested-traffic
is the worse thing I have going,
then I humbly confess,
I'm pretty ******* blessed.