Gratitude

Being grateful

For what we have

Is it so hard to do?

We want more

Bigger, brighter

Bouncier; do we 

Think we deserve it?

We call it ambition

It is not. We call it hunger

For what we don’t have

Never asking, 

“do we need it?”

Our brains filled with

“I want”, “ I demand”

They have one

I want one too

One that is

Bigger, brighter

Bouncier

More impressive

Until we tire of it

And it loses its novelty

It’s a choice we make

It’s a risk we take

To say, “Enough!”

“I have enough!”

I don't want, don't need

Any more. I have what 

I need. What I have

Is enough.

Tell me why, please

Why do we have to wait

To admit this truth

Is it a surrender to age

Or the gift of wisdom?