number three

for lack of a name

on a bathroom stall door,                       

written in red ink                                  

it says:                                               

"take time to count your blessings"

I straightened my tie and          

checked my watch.                

I was late, I had to go.         

Author's Note

I was thinking about how little people take time to count their blessings and be grateful for their environment, and wanted to punch out a short poem representing this. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.