Will go wrong,
It’s key to stop and oft reflect
On blessings dwelling ever near.
The quiet of the evening breeze
That sweeps away the sun-drenched day…
The blissful magic of “three words”
To wash away the hurt and pain…
The joyful laughter of a child,
Yielding to sweet slumbers' kiss,
A prayer to a departed sun…
Days creep by before they run
And we must heed the piper’s call.
To be thankful…
To be truly thankful
Is the greatest blessing of them all.
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