Your reasons are your Thanksgiving

Maybe the world's all war,
Maybe the peace is dead,
Maybe our wounds’ still sore,
Maybe our hands are red.

Maybe the earth is shaking,
Maybe the wind won’t stop,
Maybe the ice is baking,
Maybe there’s no more crop.

Maybe the banks are closing,
Maybe there’s no more work,
Maybe our homes are going,
Maybe your boss' a jerk.

Maybe they won’t stop crying,
Maybe the school wants out,
Maybe they’re just not listening,
Maybe the drugs won out.

When we all look around,
It’s hard to have any hope,
With all the things gone wrong,
It’s even harder to cope.

But as the world keeps turning,
As the sun shines on,
Much more has me grinning,
And makes my heart so warm.

So this time of year,
When you stop to think,
Remember all who are dear,
And give them all a wink.

For those are your reasons,
The air you breathe,
In each and every season,
They are all we need.

Happy Thanksgiving

Willy