What greater word is left to say
Than this sincere, resounding "Thank You"?
To all the souls I met along the way,
Whose generous spirits saw me through.
They were the ones who freely gave away,
Not counting cost, but offering their light;
A priceless gift that brightened every day,
And guided footsteps through the darkest night.
How can I chart the help that you bestowed?
I cannot weigh the kindness of your hand;
For if I could, a massive debt is owed,
More gold than any mortal can command.
Yet, this I know: the quality of grace
That shaped the being standing here today,
Is woven deep within this time and place,
And can only be acknowledged, not repaid.
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