For Life And Love
And though my bones begin to ache
With every labored breath I take
And energy that once implored
Has now, it seems, been run and floored
I still awake with fervent prayer
That what I love will still be there
So on this cool Thanksgiving day
I still find that I want to say
I’m grateful yet for life and love
And counting every star above
Such blessings counted short and tall
Good fortune wished for one and all
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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