To that beleaguering whine of ingratitude I hear
emanating from mine own ear,
an echo in the place between my crown and spine
what says, “I cannot go”: to you I say, resign.
I bought the ticket, I will go,
hauling out my introverted self in tow.
I am thankful to the ones who love me
such that with delight
myself they to the party
And so I shall arrive in peace of mind
and in a hearty disposition, singin’ praise
of fellowship and these lucky days
enfolding me in graces
which were before, to me, unknown
when blessings I’d not counted,
nor smiling faces,
and in such made myself alone.
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