IT'S THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE THAT COUNT
It's the simple things
Like the clock that tells me
When to lift my head and get out of bed,
So I can have breakfast of eggs and juice and whole wheat bread.
For the furnace that warms my house
And all the rest of me,
So I won't be cold, you see.
For my home that protects me
From the wintry blasts until spring is here at last,
And for my clothes and boots and hats.
For my family and my friends who celebrated with me
When I was 90 years old!
It was the best birthday I ever had.
With parties, flowers and plants, and a
Happy Birthday cake, phone calls and cards that never end.
Thank you, Lord, for all the blessings you send!
Life is good!
- LORENA ROBINSON lives in La Salle
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