When giving thanks comes hard for you,
And things are grim and hope runs thin,
Recall:
Despair's a door to pass on through,
and not a home for living in.
When thanksgiving fills your cup,
And those you love are all about,
Look at your blessings, count them up,
and give back something to the world
without.
Robert Mabry Doss
1927-2016
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| study | oil on panel | 9.7" x 6" | Flanegan |
