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I’m thankful
most for all of those
I’ve known
along the way
Who crossed my path, who touched my life,
who
left a brighter day . . .
My wife, the truly better half,
our
sons and daughters too,
Their patience, love and staunch support—
the
wells from which I drew.
For caring parents, long at rest,
who
somehow still seem near,
And kinfolks held in high regard
some
marked for sainthood here . . .
For cherished friends whose loyalty
all
normal bounds exceeded . . .
The wise I’ve known whose counsel sought
whenever
help was needed.
For those with whom I served in life,
whatever
the endeavor,
Who teamed up, toiled and turned it out,
my
gratitude forever . . .
For characters who broke the mold,
those
diamonds in the rough,
And gutsy souls who stayed the course
when
others cried, “Enough!”
It’s these with whom God graced my life,
who
brought such joy to living,
Not things through work or chance possessed,
deserving
of thanksgiving.
For these I lift my voice in song,
my
debt to them, no measure . . .
On whom I dwell when giving thanks . . .
for in
them lies my treasure.
©1991 R. J Bolchoz
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