Am I lucky?
I rode a motorcycle to work.
I have a job. It pays.
I ate breakfast this morning and Take-and-Bake Pizza for dinner.
I have a place to call home. It has a roof that doesn’t leak and an oven that works.
I own a phone and a laptop and a TV. More computer fighting power than what put a man on the moon.
It’s raining tonight- another kick to the dead horse called the drought (a good thing in this case).
My bed awaits. It has covers and a sleeping wife and cat who love me.
Am I lucky? I don’t know, but you’d be hard pressed to conclude I have it rough.
I’m doing alright.