Thanksgiving

When comes Thanksgiving weather,
With snow, and frost, and sleet,
And old friends meet together
To spend the hours so sweet,
Forget not those in sorrow,
The few who may not see
The beauties of Thanksgiving,
If it were not for thee.
A word of cheer to some one,
Food for the hungry poor,
A message to the sick one,
Almost forgot before.
These little things so easy,
Mixed in with Life’s alloy,
Will cause the tears to trickle,
But ’twill be tears of joy.