Analysis of Gratitude

I can never thank all of you
For what you read from the dead
The time you took
Has me shook

The fact you spent minutes on me
Opens my heart
And fills me with glee

I can never return
Your incredible gift
I can only hope
That my words did lift
And make you smile or think
Or laugh with a wink

To see you take a chance on my thought
Is worth more than can be bought
It is humility in which I am caught

It is only with the words
That I continue to spew
That I hope you remain the few
That I touched
But never knew

The life that you spent
Of your minds rent
Is truly to me
Heaven sent

I can never adequately thank you
But only offer moral rebuff
And wonder if I’m good enough