Counting My Neighbor's Blessings
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Judy Ball.
When we spend our time looking at what our neighbor has instead of looking at all we have of our own, it takes all the enjoyment out of our life; we are never satisfied. But life is 100 times more enjoyable if we count our own blessings instead of everyone else's. Jealousy only hurts the one who is jealous.
I was counting my neighbor's blessings,
And paying no mind to my own;
For it seemed to me the harder I worked,
The more my neighbor's had grown.
The more I looked at his blessings,
The smaller my own seemed to be.
Everything seemed to be handed to him,
While nothing came free for me.
He had a fine house, he had a fine car,
His whole life seemed to be perfect.
While my house is okay and my job pays enough,
His seemed to be more select.
I prayed and I said, Why him and not me.
Why does he seem so blessed?
God answered and said, What's his is his, what's yours is yours,
Don't rail and beat your chest.
Count your own blessings and not those of others.
Don't envy what isn't yours.
Be satisfied with what you've got.
Be happy instead for your brother.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment