Blessed

I am Blessed,
Knowing life awakes me when I rest,
The aptitude of understanding the extent,
Is dimmed and lessened by the rope length,
Only a weak man would do so,
But a stricken and struck down soul might not know so,


Blessed, one is with many a facet,
Caressing ones own plan with knowledge that is tacit,
Am I lucky? Or perplexed within one’s own self,
Self belief, selfishness or self premonitions of illusionary wealth,
Is this all we are interested in?
Is not self alleviation or achievement something to win?
Is a loser with wealth, wirelessly worshipped as the epitome?
Epitome of success? Well! Without happiness I pity thee,


Stay blessed; nurture one’s blessed present,
Acquire fulfilling joy, whether rich or a peasant.


Believe! You are blessed,
For thou art is to understand, a gift not used is a gift left,
Something left behind can never get in front,
Thus, regardless of how idle the nature of the baggage seems, it must be carried,
And you must feel the brunt,
If achievement was effortless,
Would then achievement be worth the strenuous hunt,
Hence Blessedness would not be a gift,
It would be something financially feasible,
Thus, use your individual gift, and remember to please yourself,
Because you will never please them all.