My body betrays me,

            with all its aches and pains.

Weariness keeps me in my recliner

            with all the to-dos left unchecked.

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Birds sing outside my window,

            sometimes drowned out by the machinery in use to replace the old water main.

Thank you, Lord, for ears that hear,

            however imperfectly.

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Four beautiful red blooms

            on the hibiscus this morning.

Thank you, Lord, for eyes that see.

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Cool water glides over my tongue and down my throat,

            quenching my thirst.

Thank you, Lord, for the sense of taste.

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Smooth wooden board sits across my chair,

            resting on its arms, holding my laptop.

Thank you, Lord, for the sense of touch.

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I would thank you for the sense of smell

            but nothing is coming through at the moment.

Sinuses filled from the pollen in the air,

or whatever else is causing my allergic reactions at the moment.

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Just the same, I do thank you.