Count Your Own Blessings

The heart sits down in his den
And keeps the eyes looking next door
And says to himself over and over again
"Better blessed than me is my neighbor"
Even as blessings keep flowing in
And then out going down the drain
And the gloomy heart knows no bliss


The heart takes a stroll on his lawn
And keeps looking over the fence
And says to himself over and over again
"My neighbor has such abundance"
Even as good things keep coming
And then disappearing into oblivion
And the gloomy heart knows no bliss

The heart is driving about in town
And out the window keeps he looking
And says to himself over and over again
"Better is the car my neighbor is driving"
Even as his own car dutifully carries him
And never receive a thank you from him
And the gloomy heart knows no bliss

The heart goes out visiting the brain
And keeps admiring the brain's residence
And says to himself over and over again
"My neighbor’s house has better luminescence"
Even as his house accords him loyalty unlimited
And all the days it's sadly unappreciated
And the gloomy heart knows no bliss

The heart goes out grazing on his plain
And keeps looking at the fields of the other
And says to himself over and over again
"My neighbor has greener pasture"
Even as his own pasture nourishes him
And expects not his thanks in return
And the gloomy heart knows no bliss