I cannot grumble

I will not grumble no more,
not sob for what I have
not been given,
for I have been given much
in this little time,
more than many,
more than I ever thought
possible in times of hunger
for life itself.

No complaint will echo
from this mouth,
no whinging growl
that lives in the darkness
not the light,
for to think what I have is
to lie down in gratitude,
lie in green pastures,
when others have been given
the heat of the desert sand.

And as I lie, I think of love,
I think of the gifts,
the chances,
the respect,
the weight of who I am.

I cannot grumble.
Not for where I am way,
for I am here and
this generous portion
has made me satisfied.