Being Thankful For a Thought

When you mind your mind cause' all you find. Is dried up fruit under the rind. You can't recall what you should know. You think maybe it's time to go. The fog is thick, nothing will stick. You can't depend on your old schtick. The fading blues is now the news. Lord knows it's not what you would choose. So to be thankful on this day. You have to cast off your dismay. And eat some turkey, take a nap. Then wake up, have a nightcap. For every year family's will fear. That Uncle will drink too much beer. And Auntie will be in the wine. Don't worry, tomorrow, it will be fine. When everyone must go back home. I'll sit right down and write a poem. About how life has come and gone. And how a thought can't seem to dawn. Just rambling runnings in the mist. Of something, I didn't get the gist. The absence of the facts dismissed. Oh yeah, here is my Christmas list.