The things I have, I do not praise
Though it's a worthy lot.
Instead, I live my waning days
With thanks for all I'm not.
I'm not alone. My blessings pull
Me far from feeling sad
And I'm content. My life is full
Because of what I had.
But should there be an Autumn frost,
My remedy rings true.
I'll kindle fire from all I've lost
With his smile shining through.
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