For the Taxes I Pay . . .
Because it means I am employed.
For the Mess to Clean After a Party . . .
Because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the Clothes That Fit a Little Too Snugly . . .
Because it means I have enough to eat.
For the Shadow That Watches Me Work . . .
Because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a Lawn that Needs Mowing, Windows That Need Cleaning
and Gutters That Need Fixing . . .
Because it means I have a home.
For All the Complaining I Hear About the Government . . .
Because it means we have freedom of speech.
For the Parking Spot I Find at the Far End of the Parking Lot . . .
Because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed
with transportation.
For My Huge Heating Bill . . .
Because it means I am warm.
For the Lady Behind Me in Church Who Sings Off Key . . .
Because it means I can hear.
For the Pile of Laundry and Ironing . . .
Because it means I have clothes to wear.
For the Weariness and Aching Muscles at the End of the Day . . .
Because it means I have been capable of working hard.
For the Alarm That Goes Off in the Early Morning Hours . . .
Because it means I am alive.
For the Wife Who Says It's Hot Dogs Tonight . . .
Because she is home with me, and not out with someone else.
For the Husband Who Is On the Sofa Being a Couch Potato . . .
Because he is home with me, and not out at the bars.
For the Teenager Who Is Complaining About Doing Dishes . . .
Because it means she is at home, not on the streets.
