There's so much in this life I've never had; hope never will.
And I'm thrilled and much delighted and wish I never have my fill.
For I'm resigned to all I current have, and here on need no more,
Grateful I've accrued so little based on what I had before.

Each day the moment consciousness reveals the outside world,
And I slowly stretch and recompose from a night-time coiled and curled.
I'm indebted that the little I have has not been added to,
Remain content with the status quo and all I still can do.

The temptation is to grumble when every other little thing,
Brings with it a burden and to life a further painful sting.
But I always try to turn this way of thinking on its head,
By considering all I could well have to frustrate my life instead.

And a joy of things not having, descends and provides a thankful calm,
That I'm as I am and free from so much worse misfortune, harm.
Contentment with the present and it's real-time here and now,
Thus absenting all the ponderings of what, if, why and how.

To what is it I here refer and of which I wish no more?
It’s the stride of age and years and what for each may have in store.
And acknowledging what we have and don’t, to regard in equal measure,
For all the things we do not have, is of a content life a treasure.