I’m a Sham

The sun is radiant despite the clouds
This I know in my bones
The number of thank you’s I should say out loud
Yet all comes out as groans
I’m predisposed to earning my keep
That, someday, I might earn some rest
The urge exists to grumble and sleep
Despite the ways I have been blessed
Words don’t come easy, nor melodies
When these have been who I am
Is this all part of the disease
Or a convenient excuse because I’m a sham

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