Giving Thanks

The day to utter my words of thanks to those who uplift me is near So much that gratitude abounds in my heart Bidding me to shed a tear To relish my life, willed to me in a comfortably sculpted fate Thanks do I have to give to my family They do support me by helping me be Thanks do I have to give to my friends In times of need, they do hold our their ready hands Thanks do I have to give to my readers Why, their appreciative words do fill me with wonders Thanks do I have to give to my duty guides Without them, I would still have been waging blind! But then, giving away words of thanks Arouses in me the feel of floating in guilt tanks Why, thankful I am Happy I am But then, what about those not so lucky Those being, like me, emotionally unsteady Those being, unlike me, deprived of food, of shelter Of protection, of clothing, of clean water Those for whom daily living is a bloody struggle Those for whom life is not so cheery Those for whom death is just a blessing, a liberation Why, those for whom, this world is just an abomination Deprived of their basic needs Deprived of their fundamental rights Persecuted for holding on firmly to their creeds So much that to demented habits they do get addicted Why, guilt floods my soul Guilt overwhelms my heart So much that bleeding shall be my eyes The day I shall offer my gratitude Yes, sensibility enrobes my whole being Pray, someday I hope, I shall have the abilities Yes, I shall cure this world, I shall make sure That everyone has thanks to give on the blessed day! Yes, indeed! And then, to existence itself Shall I offer my gratitude To existence and to the rulers of the universe!