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I wonder sometimes
What the meaning would be, Of Christmas if I didn't have all I see. I'm surrounded by things Appreciated no doubt, But I wonder sometimes, is this what I'm about? Unlike some I live well, Nice home and nice things, I don't ever worry what the next day will bring. At this time of the year When my blessings shine clear, I sit and reflect on those who struggled this year. So many lack food, Basic clothes and a home, Too many are sick - sad, cold and alone. We live in a world Out of balance I think, How to help those who find themselves right on the brink? Perhaps it starts here, With reflection I guess, To appreciate and share that with which I've been blessed. I can send healing thoughts, And give of my time To others whose path walked is different from mine. As I gaze at my tree With its lights bright and clear I can only hope peace comes to all this New Year. I'll donate my efforts, To perhaps serve some dinner, And write a few checks; let my balance be thinner. With compassion and care In our hearts and our minds, Perhaps comfort will one day bless ALL of mankind.
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