Has the thought ever occur,
That behind every little whine,
Every ungratefulness or dissatisfaction,
All that we find somewhat burdensome,
Supposedly someone out there,
Is craving for the matter we plead to disown.

A slight change for them,
Could opt for a wider smile,
Thinking what we had may not be what we want,
We're hoping for what's more to come,
Until we realise the goodness that's been seeping along,
Hidden in every sigh that ever formed,
Every 'ugh' and all the 'ahh',
Doesn't necessarily end in misery,
Should we remain focus on every positivity.

There's nothing wrong with expressing your mind,
Saying what you like isn't a despicable sign,
If a little birdy fly over and speak its mind,
Hear them and possibly with all ears lended,
Imagine being in someone else's shoe,
Understanding and reliving in others point of view,
When it gets harder to relate the matters personally,
Is when you gotta start accepting your own reality,
That it's not only you who got some issue,
Others may even feeling it worse, who could possibly knew?


A poem of a friend wishing for something I've been complaining about. I should really feel more grateful.


Dropping by,
Melynn.