Another passerby
Another silver coin drops...falls...down
Some more idle talk
A careless caring look...they walk...they walk on by
Empty empathy, joyless acts...a gift they can afford to spare
They talk of woulda'...shoulda'...coulda'
brag of how they're gonna'...wonna'...musta'
they want more...more...more
But he, he wishes not of if he could see or walk or talk
he knows it is what it is...he is
his wornout outstretched hands
Can feel the sun today, the wind, a leaf, a touch
So he looks up towards heaven--
he has every reason, to be happy...to smile...to laugh
to once more give thanks for simply being alive...alive and well.
((Count your blessings name them one by one...sing it!))
Copyright © 2008 Bernice Angoh
Love and Blessings...Diana
Great little poem, B. --Charlie
hugs
fee
Georg
very beautiful Bernice.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
John
Happy Thanksgiving Day,
Eileen
Peace, love, and light,
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours; may it be full of God's many blessings!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Cryssa
A strong message in this, to be grateful to the One Who is our Provider ... our Sustenance ... our Salvation. Beautiful.
(((HUGS))) and love, and Happy Thanksgiving to you, Karla.