Yesterday was Fathers' Day; we had a party here.
In attendance were the people whom I hold most dear.
Brothers, sisters, sons and husbands, nieces, moms and dad.
When I think of those who don't have this it makes me sad.
Sometimes I forget how very fortunate I am.
I obsess about something that doesn't mean a damn...
What a politician says, elections overseas,
Or the fact I'm getting old and have arthritic knees.
Next time that I'm ranting, feeling mad about the news,
I'll remember someone wishes they were in my shoes.
Member of a close-knit clan and, though I hate to boast,
I need to remind myself; I'm luckier than most.