Thank you, pots

How do I get out of the mind
That is looking over the wall, covetously 
You know, mind, intellectually
That a million souls would love
To have your
Lot in life
Yet you peer over the wall
And think:
If only my keyboard had a different type of switches
Then the buttons would click so melodiously!

As I was washing the pots today
I thanked them
For existing
For cooking my food
Maybe that's the road
To take
Glass half empty
or half full
You've heard it a million times
But now it sinks in

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