Thanksgiving, appropriately hailed,
Is a tradition that has long prevailed.
Joining hearts to honor the day,
Celebrating in a grateful way.
Greeting the old, welcoming the new.
Embracing kinfolks—not a few.
Chatting, while putting names to faces.
And humbly bowing to sweet graces.
Then shooting photos—less we forget,
And the moments fade, and we regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem