I am thankful that I have somewhere warm to live and to sleep - somewhere I can call home. I am thankful that I have shoes upon my feet and clothes in my wardrobe and food in the pantry. And I am thankful that I don't have to worry about where my next meal is coming from.
I am thankful that I can pay the utility bills that land on our doormat or appear in my e-mail inbox. I am grateful that I don't smoke cheap cigarettes or have a big satellite dish on the side of my house or have a mongrel dog upon a chain cowering in a broken kennel upon a neglected back garden.
I am glad that I don't have to attend food banks or make sense of labyrinthine forms related to social security or welfare payments. And I am thankful that I don't have to push an old shopping trolley around the streets - filled with all my worldly goods.
I am thankful that I don't have to move around on a mobility scooter or look in a mirror and notice that I am older than my years. And I am grateful that I don't live on some rundown estate or in some gruesome tower block surrounded by other people who are steeped in poverty.
I am glad that I knew about the importance of books before I went to school and I am grateful that my parents provided me with a secure home and a childhood that was not blemished by poverty in all its different disguises.
I am glad that I have visited wonderful places and have gathered a store of happy memories from a comfortable life. I am glad that I have not suffered from ailments associated with poverty or turned the heating off for fear of the bill that inevitably follows.
To be truthful, I don't really know what poverty is or how it feels but I can imagine it and I have the ability to empathise. When all is said and done, I am so very thankful that I am not poor but my heart goes out to all who live in poverty.