A Thanksgiving Day Poem

By: Mark W. Leavell

Turkey and stuffing and gravy and peas;

Brussel sprouts, cranberries, yams and iced tea;

And pies for dessert –Both pumpkin and mince;

And we’ll eat so much, It will make us all wince.

Our family’s all here, and our friends are too;

And we’ll all settle back, for the game on the tube;

Then we’ll eat more turkey, or have some more pie;

And we’ll all be so stuffed,that we feel we may die.

Then we’ll sing the old songs by the fireplace bright,

And be happy that Thanksgiving turned out so right.

Then we’ll clean up the dishes, and put them away,

Until next time we need them, next Thanksgiving Day.

But just down the street, just a few blocks away;

The mood will be different on Thanksgiving Day;

He’s just lost his job, and the rent is past due,

The car needs repairs, and the light bill is due.

And mom’s doing her best with the little she’s got,

To make the day bright for the kids and the tots;

So instead of roast turkey, it will be turkey franks,

But they’ll still bow their heads, and give God the Thanks.

Cause despite this small feast of just hot dogs and beans,

At least they’re all healthy, and together it seems.

And work will turn up, and they’ll manage to get by,

They’re not quite sure how, But they know God will supply.

And so it’s Thanksgiving Day, celebrated two ways,

While one family feasts… the other one prays.

Just an unemployed father, and an overworked wife

Who give thanks to God for the blessings of life.

And we, who’ve been blessed with an abundance to spare,

Could all learn a lesson – Could take time to share;

And should we not stop to give thanks and to pray,

After all my dear friends… It’s Thanksgiving Day!

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