Thursday, November 23, 2006


I find myself thankful for life
with all of its hardship and strife
at times fed up with our race
intent on a morsel of grace.


Shirley said...

Hey Bob,

Good for you! There's always someone worse off than we are. Happy Thanksgiving to you and Mrs. Bob. Take Care


Anonymous said...

I didnt find thing that i need... :-(

_Soulless_ said...

Musing on the title, in relation to the poem's sentiments, I reckon blessings can and do oft times come in 'crumbs' -- not so lofty as to be life-changing, but blessings nonetheless. The 'little' things during the day that can determine whether or not we get to sleep sound at night. ^_^

Wishing you the best, Bob. (Now I proceed to catching up on your previous posts. ^_^ Dream well.)