“I will count up all my many blessings,” said I,
“Although I know it will be hard to count so high;”
But I found very soon it was useless to try—
The faster I count, the faster they multiply.
“So,” said I, “I’ll count only blessings I have won
As just rewards for deserving deeds I have done;”
Although my search for deeds to count for hours has run,
I have been unable to count a single one.
other poems by
J. G. Braddock Sr.
By Inspiration Only