with gratitude

hearts beat but for a time,

we make our way to rest.

so is it silly preening, now,

if i am hashtag-blessed?

 

for when in trouble sore,

we reach out in our pain,

we find how many can relate

to sorrow’s heavy bane —

 

but that can’t (surely) mean

when fortune breaks the tension,

that we should not this, too, set down,

for good days merit mention.

 

for much has happened glad that i

could not have ever guessed;

and it’s the simple truth: i am

a man who’s hashtag-blessed


(Inspired by a audcast from Ra Avis – Owen)