My Thanksgiving
On this day of remembrance,
To give thanks for what we own,
Many are much more somber,
And sadness is the tone.
I can sit here and ponder,
All that I don’t have,
Or choose to put on joy,
Like an ancient herbal salve.
We all have a perspective,
That we view our lives from,
Sanguine or naysayer,
The contented and the glum.
I may have few possessions,
Noteworthy wealth in my life,
But I have riches like a king,
In people like my wife.
My life may be in turmoil,
As chaotic as a twister,
But family is my anchor,
In the love of my two sisters.
I have a roof over my head,
And meals three times a day,
I have the understanding of family,
As I rest, write and play.
My body desires to fail me,
And at times my mind gives way,
My thoughts often hazy,
And melt like warm sorbet.
My family has a value,
That surfeit gold cannot compare,
And regardless of possessions,
I have nothing to despair.
Upon this day of thanks,
While food conceals the table,
Take time to love your family,
While you still are able.
Warren Wurzburger
November, 2010
Copyright © Warren Wurzburger | Year Posted 2014
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