A Thought On Thankfulness
Just as there are the stars that twinkle in the sky
so many thousand cars from work are rushing by.
Too many things to do, a way of life engraved,
that hours to peer are few and work makes us a slave.
Do ever you relax to think of air we breathe
or of the trees perhaps, the things we rarely see?
Have ever you heard birds, and can you count their calls?
Well, in so many words, we don't think this at all!
The point is only this: How busy we can be
that all that does exist, our eyes can fail to see!
Sometimes it pays to stop, be thankful for a gift
for in such grateful thoughts, we may just find a lift!
Copyright © Anonymous Poet | Year Posted 2017
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