When they ask you what you are thankful for

You start to think about what you adore

It can be a movie, a theater or a bookstore

Even your own room, that works too.

We tend to be unoriginal and think of material things

But what I am thankful for?

See, I am a sucker for the small gestures

A hand that holds a door

A laughter that makes you fall on the floor

A walk on the shore

And many, many more.

Then there is family,

It can be bad or good, and take you on the brick of sanity

It may be lame, and other people may have said the same,

But in the end, they gave me the best gift.

Something you can't create, hold, touch or put on your wrist.

Be thankful for life

Even if most of the times it stabs you with a knife

In the back, twenty-three times,

As if I'm Julius Caesar and you are Brutus, my son.

Life is a ride on a roller coaster, and it's not always fun.

Can reach the lowest points, and the go up to the sun

Then come back down, faster than Bolt when he runs.

Life is so great,

It doesn't care if you are gay of straight,

And that's its most beautiful trait.