There are really two words
Thereís "thanks" and there is "giving"
Sometimes, not enough "thanks"
For the life that we are living.
There are so many others
Who donít share our blessing
Who, are lucky to eat at all
Much less than turkey/dressing.
Some donít even have a roof
No place, they can call home
Sleeping under the bridges
Or hallways that they roam.
No decent clothes against the cold
Holes in the shoes on their feet
Usually scorned by those of us
They may pass by on the street.
In this great land of plenty
It seems to me, a horrid crime
That we canít take care of our own
In such a prosperous time.
The "bottom line", "what can I make?"
"What Ďthings, can I go and buy?"
"I can go in debt for Christmas gifts."
But canít spare a buck for, "that" guy.
Seems, some of us are into "thanks"
(Though most, take it for granted)
And all we want is more and more
Of what greedsí seed has planted.
Wonder what it would be like
If we cared as much Ďbout, "giving"
I think it would make a better life
Than, the one, that we are living!