Count Your Blessing

Many are born with a silver spoon in the mouth Some are just not happy of their birth If one rightly thinks of how time flies in south You will be grateful for thy breath Keeping all hope only in enjoyment Is a scam to blindfold one into over thinking Possibly getting heart ready for deployment To how his time could kick the bucket and go shrinking Leave aside the shadow of thy former self And wear your heart on your sleeve Then you will joyfully swing the tough Count your blessings and joys you will retrieve Heart rejoices to the piece of cake at hand Than the birds in bush, so show gratitude's grand And everyone's chance of receiving more will expand