Poem: Thanksgiving 2020

Thanksgiving 2020

The worst of your chains are gone.
The ones that remain are loose,
easily slipped or easily manageable.

You breathe. Thankful for the very act.
Aware how little you need
and how much you have.

About this poem

This year’s Thanksgiving poem. The year’s lesson in 8 lines.

Have a wonderful day my friends and readers. I am grateful for you all.


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