Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel guilty.
Guilty when I can’t get to sleep at night,
Knowing there are many that don’t have a
roof over their heads and sleep is accomplished
on a slab of cardboard, a cement bed,
and maybe with one eye open.
Sometimes, I feel guilty.
Guilty when I sit to eat a meal my mind finds uninspiring; hence, my taste buds dull and appetite wanes,
Knowing there are many who wait in long lines
for a bowl of soup, a crust of bread, a
holiday meal prepared by an unknown cook.
Sometimes, I feel guilty.
Guilty when my closet of full of old clothes my body no longer fits; hence, presenting a desire for something new to wear,
Guiltily Knowing, I have eaten more than my share to expand in places where I shouldn’t, calling up a reason to spend more to repeat the cycle, all the while
Knowing there are many that don’t have the luxury to replenish the old, too small and too tight fitting for something new.
Sometimes, I feel guilty;
Guilty when I forget to feel Gratitude.
Sometimes

May All Your Days be Blessed with Happiness