Even though close to death
He plays a sorrowful tune
On his dull brown guitar
In a blue room
His only means of survival
Are strangers he doesn't know
He gives many thanks
To those whose kindness flows.
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Gratitude is something we seldom care about, your poem glorified the thanksgiving to others who contribute in our happiness and sad moments. Full Stars