Thanksgiving lyrics

A most puzzling holiday

A proper one, universal

There are those finding fault

Oppression of other men

They must find misery

To get their guilt, to be happy

Not understood afar

Mistaking the mood made

When winter nears

The last harvest in

Family near, perhaps

Brightness in dark days

Warmth in a dank chill

Alone, a day like all

But no pity to spare

For sometimes just life

Is enough to be thankful

All the other trimmings

Just brief distractions

Years passing teach

To be bitter, or wise

An old fool, or a sage

Tis true never to return

But life lived glows

Rays in an aged heart

Thankful to still be

• Artist:Ww Ww