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
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2013
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