Pity Party

I need to stop the pity fest,

My life is far too sweet.
It may not be without a flaw,
But it is near complete.

Everyone has some complaint,
And some have many more.
So I need to count blessings not
The things that make me poor.

I need to count the joys in life,
And not the tear or two,
For, if I don’t take note of them,
I might lose those joys, too.

So let me pick my sorry self
Up off the tear streaked floor,
For everyone has tears to shed,
But I like dancing more.

Proverbs 23:29
Saying 19 Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes?