Glad to be Alive

a poem by Prashanth Sriram

Lush green grass under my feet
Sparkling streams flowing past
Voices of children playing in the street
The wind in my hair when I drive fast
These are some of the reasons
That I have a spring in my step.

Smiling faces that greet me in the morning
Orange strands of Sun at twilight
Violent video games my Mom finds appalling
Stars beaming back at me in the night
These are some of the reasons
That I have a sparkle in my eye.

Gut-wrenching bone-jarring rock
Jolly men dressed like Santa Claus
Cute little dolls that can talk
Ice cream topped with chocolate sauce
These are some of the reasons
That I’m glad to be alive.