Vessel of Gratitude (I Am)
In this vessel of gratitude, I hold my heart’s excess,
A banquet of blessings amid life’s weariness.
Each day’s a treasure trove, though oft buried in grime,
I toast to the surplus, to the excesses of time.
The thankless are blind to the wealth of their days,
While I sip from abundance, in my dark, twisted ways.
My spirit’s a sponge for the luxuries oft ignored,
In the flood of daily life, I count every drop stored.
When shadows of ingratitude loom, as they might,
I hold my goblet high, to the bounty of night.
For every forgotten blessing that the mundane has masked,
I treasure the excesses, in this vessel, unasked.
Beneath the gloss of daily trivialities, I find,
A reservoir of thanks that creeps into my mind.
The feast of life’s excess, though its flavor might sour,
Is savored in gratitude, through each waning hour.
So let the shadows dance while the night’s cold grip stays,
I toast to the riches in this dark, heartfelt haze.