Glad to be living

Every morning the rays
of the new day wakes me
and I rise,
a man who’s free from boredom
and glad to be living
in this age and time.

I do not need
an oil well or a gold mine
or even diamonds
in my back yard,
or the things that money brings.

Just to be living
is a precious thing
and to have a sweetheart,
that loves me for who I am
turns every day
into something exciting.

To be able to pay the bills
and to earn enough to take care or her
and treat her at times
may sound mediocre,
but to me
it makes life worth living.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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