Despite the freezing-
Wintry storms,
Generous souls
Are proven warm
As grateful hearts
This Thankful Eve,
Are poised to give
And not receive.
Human kindnesses
Suddenly soar
As many embrace
The sick and poor.
Corporations
And bikers clubs—
Joining in
To share some grub.
Turkey. Brown-bags.
Full-course meals.
The sick and homeless—
Meals on wheels.
And tho' uncertainty
Fills the air,
There's joy in knowing
Thanksgiving's near,
When folks unite
To take a part
Of faith renewed
In the human heart.
Perhaps tomorrow,
It'll all go away,
But for the moment,
It's Thanksgiving Day,
As millions respond
This y2k
In a sincere, warm,
And loving way.
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What a great tradition to celebrate thanks giving. Neither in Europe, where I used to live, neither in Malaysia where I live now, there is such a holiday. Of course we have all our religious holidays where we do give thanks too, but just one day selected where everyone in the whole country from different cultures, different religions, different races, give thanks all together, that is really fantastic. Please enjoy the day and I will give my own thanks on that same day from wherever I am.