Wrote this blog seven years ago. Still makes me think about gratitude and being thankful for what I have. My sister asked me this morning if I was familiar with the poem about Richard Cory. I actually went to school with a young man named Richard Cory so this poem has resonated with me since high school. Hope you enjoy.
I curse the day I was born. I curse my father. I curse my mother. I curse my sisters and I curse my brother.
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
I curse the life I am living. I curse my name. I curse my shame. I curse the day I came.
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
I curse my poverty. I curse my mediocrity. I curse my inability. I curse my fate and my biology.
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
No doubt many of you will know Richard Cory. For those who don’t know him formally, I am sure you know him personally. He is that person we all want to be. …
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Aging Capriciously 
Jan 10, 2022 @ 20:39:06
I am happy to have the opportunity to comment on this blog now because I had missed it years ago as it references a favorite poem of mine. I love the messages the poet wants to convey, and one I find noteworthy is that money cannot buy happiness. Another is not to envy what another person has and to be happy with what we do possess.
Thanks John! 😄
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Jan 11, 2022 @ 08:57:21
Thanks Jeanine.
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