A Philosophical Invitation:
I know we’ve been a bit too busy,
To notice how the colors have changed,
The tinge of greyness in our sideburns,
The golden leaves hanging, barely, to their yearns.
The Bard said it the best,
Blame it on the struts and the frets,
As we walk towards our lofty goals,
Lighted fools all, singing the syllable of life.
Let's prove him wrong though and..
let’s remind ourselves of who we are,
And break away from the petty pace,
A gathering, where the chalice would overflow,
Under a cold, fallen sky, is what it is going to take,
Let’s come in with our wounded bodies,
Aching hearts, limbs, and mended eyes,
Defeated, vanquished, by the ever expanding waist,
Which should worry us not on this Thanksgiving Day
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