When they appear side-by-side
on the same written page,
cope and hope may appear
to be close cousins.
In truth, these four-letter words
on the winding highway of life
are miles apart emotionally.
As Thanksgiving approaches,
on another sun-swept
Sonoran November day,
I realize I reside
somewhere in between
the harsh, heavy realities of c
and the lofty prospects of h.
Maybe the best I can do
in my numbness
is to stand tall and
keep breathing,
to extend my gifts
to those I love,
trust, and respect,
while protecting
the passions and ideals
in the strands of my DNA
from greedy, heedless fools
in this broken, foreign land.

Thank you for extending caring to all of us! Sent from my iPhone
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Hugs to you, Kathy!
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A clever and powerful poem, Mark!
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Thanks so .much, Tom.
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Thank you, so well stated.
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Thank you, Carol.
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Wishing you the best, and a Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thank you, Mary … and the same to you!
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