My poem for Thanksgiving, 2010.

Thanks-living

Thank you Mother-Father for your gifts:
Friends and fellowship,
vitality and kindness.

Your tough love wants
action as thanks.
No shallow living here!

Life, You say, isn’t cumulative.
Isn’t “He who, at the end, has the most toys wins.”
Life is giving. 
Generously.

Existing asks, “How much do I have?”
Living asks, “How can I help?”