Gratitude

a sacrifice means nothing to those that bear the pain the loss of blood and money is nothing compared to gain the gift of time and worry can often be ignored but pity and rememberance arrive when the past is explored the art of making love has been sorely confused pleasure cannot compare to the labour of those being used sometimes it's harder to live than it is to die sometimes for others to live someone must lose their life taking time to remember those sometimes sorrowfull things bring us to the place where thought and feelings meet can we sup with God in that greatful place remembering in that moment not one word of thanks time will take our gratitude and put it in its proper place what was done for you you'll pass to a different face titles arn't for everyone and for us there's charity the art of giving and giving well to unknown posterity