2013..... Happy New Year! ..... [serious; Being Thankful For My Good Fortune] Poem by Bri Edwards
2013..... Happy New Year! ..... [serious; Being Thankful For My Good Fortune]
In the months which led up to big Christian, Jewish, and Muslim holidays,
(forgive me for not mentioning ALL religions) , parts of our world still suffer in many ways.
In my U.S.A. we've had an elementary school massacre this month, and many people still are poor.
It reminds me of stories of white-man-vs.-'Indian' massacres, and other revolting gore.
But we, in this country, who are fortunate like me, should count our blessings to be sure, BECAUSE:
We don't have, as in Mexico, drug cartel assassins chopping heads or killing policemen in a bullet blur.
We don't have Middle Eastern missile flights or consulate attacks.
We didn't have Japan's earthquake and tsunami and don't have to follow radiation tracks.
We don't have the staggering African AIDS epidemic, though we have enough.
We don't have some of the conditions found in Russia and India, which for so many make life tough.
My life has probably never been better as far as my comfort and day-to-day existence.
If anyone tries to make me believe life for me is tough, they'll meet with overwhelming resistance.
I hope YOUR life is at least half as easy and satisfying as mine,
And I hope you enjoy a Happy New Year, whether toasted with coffee, milk or wine.
(Dec.2012)
Happy New Year, Bri Edwards! Everyone is happy and they are in election mood in Malaysia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:12:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, I am in total agreement with the sentiments of this poem. We MUST frequently count our blessings so that the virtue of gratitude shows we're worthy of them. Taking them for granted or seeing them as an entitlement are both hard-headed, misguided reactions. But the list of huge problems in the rest of the world made me cringe, people are so helpless and cannot change what often strikes them as the Hand of Fate. I was reminded of your other poem in which you withdraw from the dailiness of your life to consider the needs of others and make out checks to provide some relief. Those are the two things we can do: Count our blessings, and offer charity. Fitzgerald's rubai No.73: AH, LOVE! COULD THOU AND I... RE-MOULD THIS SORRY SCHEME OF THINGS NEARER TO THE HEART'S DESIRE. If only that were possible, everyone could count their blessings on New Year's Eve, but instead we live in a vale of tears as you wrote. Gratitude and Charity must prevail.