Contentment in Gratitude

This is not a poem at all;

This is one very ordinary story, one very small;

Of how I found contentment life at least;

It's easy folks, all you need to do is to change the TEXT.

If I used to crib about not having the love of a wife;

Now I am so grateful for not having to live a slave's life;

Not having to share all the expensive and tasty meals I order online;

Not having a spy at home, to ask for permission for meeting other women.

If I used crib about people calling me skinny;

Now I am so grateful for not being called 'fatty';

Being able to eat whatever I want without worrying about calorie count;

And save money that would have gone to some opportunistic 'weight loss expert.' 

If I used to crib about being poor in means;

Now I am so grateful for being saved from income tax raids;

So grateful in not dealing with the stress of what to do with all the cash;

And grateful for not attracting golddiggers and parasites.

If I used to crib about being a bad writer;

Now I am grateful for being world's only twenty-page-article-blogger; 

Grateful for writing better than what several other 'content writers' litter;

Being able to write poems like these devoid of any technical glitter.

The only thing I still crib about is not having many friends;

The only other thing I still crib about is not having social skills;

But lately I have discovered that even if I am a bore at parties,

There are special joys reserved for being Mr. Artist Anonymous. 

So my friends, if you ever find yourself comparing to others;

Feeling low, despondent and overburdened with stress;

Remember that they too are doing the same thing with yet others;

Find out the joys of not having what you don’t have, and feel joyous.