An Offering

These simple thoughts of a simple man
Eking out a living as best he can

Thoughts of respect and of love
For all that’s here and up above

For those who have and who do not
Hungrily scraping the bottom of the pot

For those at war and those at peace
For those whose agony does not cease

For ones that are young and that are old
Ones with warm hearths and ones that are cold

All I have to give you is this bony hand
And the simple love of a simple man