Thank you, bones for all you allow, <br />ambling on as I am wont to do <br />toward duty, doom or affirmation - <br />jumping for joy or folding a caress. <br /> <br />Why, without you I’d be grounded - <br />unable to dance the steps <br />or whirl to the tunes of the spherical muses. <br /> <br />You never raise a fuss - <br />All snug and quiet inside - <br />obeying orders to advance or fade. <br />(but my, what a rattle you’d all make <br />If it weren’t for all that juice and sinew!) <br /> <br />And thanks to you for subtle things <br />like marrowing out blood cells 24 - 7, <br />bending a cage for my heart <br />or forming a helmet for my brain. <br /> <br />Thanks to all 206 of you swell guys - <br />never angling for praise or acclaim. <br />I’d get you each a card. <br />but lack a place to send it. <br /> <br />Thanks bones! <br /> <br /><I>May, 2008</I><br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thank-you-bones/
