A Thanksgiving poem about the gift of gratitude: There is no substitute for gratitude.
Here or there, the gift is just the same.
A joyful life depends on attitude,
Nor does one need a giver or a name.
Knowledge is not needed, nor is faith,
So long as one is struck by being's beauty,
Going humbly, as the preacher saith,
Immersed in the minutiae of one's duty.
Vast the suffering and fierce the pain.
In life is death; in every moment fear.
Nonetheless, one would one's life sustain,
Grateful for the gift of being here.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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