Today I’m thankful for my lover Paul.
O’r life in twain is full and rich—so rich
That much we have and hold in just a call.
We are so bless’d in life that all’s a cinch!
Brag I, boast I—do I this thing uncouth?
Nay, ‘tis o’r bounty, for we oft do say,
“We’re bless’d!” O’r life in twain is best—foresooth!
And on this day I do see sun—the Ray!
This Thanksgiv’g day is time to stop and think:
God’s grace is much upon us here—St. Paul.
We long for peace and joy and love—not mink!
Things of this world will fade, so we don’t call.
My joy, dear Paul, is life with you, my all;
I thank you for great life we share, my Paul!