Many times, upon your door, I have knocked
The insanity of a child in a mans body
I remember; the days of driving like a mad man
Entering burning buildings with out a second glance
The only tactics to this life I knew, go get it.
Now I see so many things to make me thankful
Is it to much to ask, for another day to breath?
A day to teach those around me the gifts I see.
Young and foolish, now old and foolish at times
Many years you have given me, for each I am glad
And many more I hope you allow me to see.
The season of thanks and counted blessing about
Seems odd, I am thankful for death, the reaper man
Not only have you allowed me this life I live,
The love I have found and share so intimately.
I am thankful for the days you have allowed me
Sadly, we have visited many times, never for me
And I hope you will see in your heart, to allow me
many years to be thankful. For you are my friend
And not my foe,