‘Tis the season full of joy
smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
Presents wrapped by the tree, searching for your name
trying to guess the contents – toys, clothes or a games
Singing carols by the fire,
or listening to carolers, outside the door
Not worrying about the last cup of eggnog
knowing there’s more
Snow covering the streets,
adding to the yuletide
I remember when I used to see it all from the window inside
My Christmas fire, is the heat felt through a grate
Though I haven’t even had much of that as of late
A new coat for me is someone’s thrown away old
that I find here or about
The only game I play, is guessing when to leave
before the cops throw me out
I’ve long since given up on the Christmas deal
I count my blessings that I make it to the next meal
The snow covering the streets, freezes me to the bone
for all the shoppers on the street, I sit here alone
Moving from one corner to the next, just to the pass the time
wishing for more than a nickel or dime
I get more dollars than coins these days, for some reason
Oh right, I remember…
‘Tis the season
Poetry Picnic Week 18:
Snow, December, Winter Vacations & Wildness,
A very provocative write, Raivenne. Nicely done.
Great post thanks. I really enjoyed it very much.
It is definitely fit for the season! Thank you for sharing!
sad, powerful one.
get warm, visit your peers, and have fun.
Thank you all.