Thanksgiving poem

last year,

for Thanksgiving,

We had a blazing wood fire,

A golden-brown bird roasting,

And love was so plentiful,

I thought it would last

forever.
This year,

I'll turn the furnace up

a degree or two.

Make a Salami sandwich,

and drink a bottle of wine.
I dont remember you now,

But,

I hope

I said some sort of thanks

for all the things

I had

last year!