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The midi playing is: You Are So Beautiful

Thanksgiving
by DR Varg
 
My mother called me up last week
...asked what was my intent
concerning this Thanksgiving Day
and how it would be spent.
I said I didn't really know
and tried not to be rude,
but my desires really had
no relevance to food.

I didn't make my wishes clear
while she and I did talk.
But what I knew I wanted was to
just turn back the clock!

As I reflect on one year back,
things now seem rather clear.
Too bad, I failed to see it then.
Too bad it took one year.

I stretched myself too thin, that day;
so much, I compromised.
You wanted us to share the day.
I since have realized.

It must have seemed that you were on
a slippery, downhill slope.
You gave and gave; got little back;
and fin'lly just lost hope.

If I had given near my best,
I could now be content.
A decent effort lets one state;
to be, it wasn't meant!

But looking back, I realize
my giving was so poor.
I've no excuse! I've much regret!
I could have given more!

When couples part because it's right
there's no one, then to blame.
But when poor effort is the cause,
that truly is a shame.

If that's how you remember me,
this piper got his pay!
But how I wish for you to know
I'm always, not that way.

I see, now, in my mem-o-ries,
you hinting, subtlely.
But I was so damned self-involved,
your needs I didn't see.

My lost sense of priorities was clear
after you went.
The things that were remaining
then seemed so irrelevant!

That clutter which I spent so much
of my attention on
has given me no solace.
It's all worthless! It's all gone!

My money skills, my many shows,
my school devotedness,
my house, my Wall Street Journal--
for these, I text graphic (15K)

The stuff that you were crowded by,
now isn't worth a damn!
I should've placed you at the top.
I'm sorry! Yes, I am!

So, if I've learned one thing it's:
with a great gift,I was blessed.
I wish, so much, I'd shown you that
and thrown away the rest.

trash can (5.22K
It's better to have learned things late,
than never learn at all.
But knowing what I lost makes that
a consolation, small.

Dave Varg

turkey graphic

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