on the threshold of a dream
My heart may be filled with great gratitude
But Iím still smothered by grim solitude.
Surely some place on this earth there must be
Someone, somewhere who is grateful for me?
There are always tables where I can wait
For this yearís chance to overload my plate.
Iíll even add my blessings right on cue,
Smile wide and laugh when all the others do.
But emptiness of soul cannot be stuffed
With turkey, and at last, Iíve had enough.
I cannot face another shopping season
Pretending joy is mine with no reason.
So once again, my prayer will simply be
Bless those I love; find someone whoíll love me.