In a world full of people
there’s hate, crime, and war,
but today we recall
what we’re most thankful for.
At the top of the list
let’s place people again,
the young and the old;
girls and boys, women, men.
Our family, relatives,
neighbors and friends,
even strangers unknown,
way out where the Earth ends.
More than things or events,
fame, fortune, or glory,
the people we love are
the best of our story.
So pause to reflect
and take time to give thanks,
even though, now and then,
we’re all crotchety cranks.
Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhymed verse with traditional meter, usually filled with whimsy and humor. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, his poems are also in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, Eclectica, and other publications. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.
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