Sent to ANVIL Magazine via the Internet by the late Bill Pieh, Centaur Forge
|Published in the November 2000 Issue of Anvil Magazine
I'M THANKFUL FOR. . .
The mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
The taxes I pay because it means I'm employed.
The clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.
My shadow who watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.
A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.
All the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech.
The space I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking.
My huge heating bill because it means I am warm.
The lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means I can hear.
The piles of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.
Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been productive.
The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I'm alive.
Getting too much e-mail - it bogs me down but at least I know I have friends who are thinking of me.
Hope you all will have a great Thanksgiving.