Measured Life
We are blessed beyond measure
But rarely do we treasure
All the things with which we’re blessed
Wanting more we do attest
A missed salon appointment
Is seen a disappointment
But when all is done and said
There are those without a bed
We eat well beyond our fill
Sad no room for dessert still
While others their feast eschewed
Struggling daily to find food
Can’t wear clothes that are too old
Adorning ourselves with gold
Others hide in cardboard fold
No warm clothes to stave off cold
We live in a spacious home
Castles made of mason’s stone
With no place to lay their head
Some under sky roof instead
Kind love from family and friends
Our support that never ends
The weight of life barely known
Not for the one all alone
Why can we not learn to share
Find a way to show more care
Those around us who have less
A chance for their lives to bless
Why do we horde earthly things
When no greater joy it brings
Why do we not care to know
Those who have been blessed less so
Humanity calls brother
Look out for one another
And the truth in how we live
Is measured in what we give
commonsensiblyspeaking 
As a society, we’re often too busy grumbling about all that we don’t have to stop and realize the blessings of all we do have! Eloquently poetic on this!
Thank you SIs!
beautiful words, Brad. Reminds us to not only be grateful for what we have but to share what we have with those less fortunate.
Thank you Jim! Your support means a great deal to me!
A beautiful and thoughtful piece. Lovely 🌷
Thank you sweet Jupiter!
You are most welcome 🌺
Yes, yes, yes. Sometimes we just need a friendly reminder to be grateful. We have so much more than others.