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"Where Was My Thanks?" "Where Was My Thanks?" A gift, so fine full of wealth, always mine, perfect health. Life, happily gay until it was not. "Why me?" I’d say, better days forgot. To skip, to walk, to run, endings, forever to last, gone, the dreams begun, suddenly taken, drastically fast. Wiser, lesser, greater, broken. And my thanks to God was never spoken. ©kellydevans1998 |
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Simply felt and simply said and the rest of it in my profile can be read. This is the first poem that I wrote when life ended as was to only begin again. I share this only to remind those of you who like me, too, may simply forget to be thankful for your health, it is indeed one of God's greatest gifts of wealth. Today, the Friday before Independence Day (how ironic, huh?) marks the 2nd anniversary of ME, my life without employment - when at last the towel had to be thrown in & okay, Carl Osborne (HI ;o}), I've changed my mind,,,women can do that ya know,,,I am a cry baby after all,,,I still can't read this poem without having an emotional bawl...
thank you for reading and don't forget your thanks as well. Kelly
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