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.


Anonymous said...

Hey Bob,

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


S.L. Corsua 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.)