Gratitude (or feeling mushy)

So I'm on the 5th day of a darned cold that won't go away. 

So I'll try to keep it short today.

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I'm grateful to have lived where the sounds of gunfire and shouting

Are as commonplace as mosquitoes on a summer night

I am grateful that to look up at the sky and see one star

Was like finding money in an old coat pocket

I am grateful that there was so much noise and congestion

That I often wanted to shout for my space

But I am most grateful that I have been given the chance

To live two lifetimes in one

Where I now know that silence has a sound

And I know that the cornfield heated by the sun has a most glorious smell

Where I can look up and see thousands of stars

And I can go on and on (but I'm too stuffy...)

So I'll just say that I'm grateful to have experienced both

Because it just makes the second oh so much sweeter