Thanksgiving

Shall we give thanks for all the things we like?
Will we skip something, someone, some old fact,
Or factor, in our joy? We’ll interact,
Express our gratitude, prepare to strike,
Let grievances pass, as new troubles spike.
Remaining grateful, with our souls intact,
Rising above the paltry things we lacked,
We set out once more on our nature hike.

What is our nature, then? Husband, or wife,
Or lone survivor in a fallen state,
Dismissive of the hour, or never late,
We’ll be content with our ungainly life.
We thank each other for the stress and strife,
Sit down to dinner with our friends, and wait.