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Thankstaken

Thankstaken

We glorify our blessings each year at this time.

Seeming humbled and content though it's just greed that we hide.

We see this day to give thanks as a climax of pure intentions.

But, the truth being this that we merely cover our reflections. 

For if we looked in the mirror on Thanksgiving as it comes.

Most, I repeat most, would see a finger pointed at them.

One saying "You are selfish and you merely feign being anything more than that. You pretend every year that you could be content with the basic's of what you have. Yet, on any other given day. Not to mention the one to follow. You compile lists of what you lack and wish to demand. Humble is foreign. A feeling you've never had."

So my challenge to those hiding from their mirrors reflection this Novemeber.

Is to listen and take notes on the thanks given by those; those older and from times that preceded your own.

For they truly know what it is to be without and what blessings are.

They know to give thanks every morning they wake up; to have made it this far.

By doing this perhaps you will see the difference between them and you.

Instead of going through the motions you'll realize to give not just take too.

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