The last day is here And to all those we hold dear A happy new year
I understand now. When people choose to end it, Life loses its sting.
O god hear my prayer Take away this faith of ours It seems to kill us
Christmas is coming. It is time to ask ourselves: do we really care?
Seeking the profound, people rarely consider what it really means.
So who was to blame? The politicians agree: Those bloody voters.
The bark of a tree Scarred and wrinkled and weathered Like grandmother skin
School reunion People that you didn’t know Wonder why you’re there
Bottom of the glass The face looking back at me Someone without class
Christmas T.V. ads Greed, avarice, gluttony Advertising sins
Reading John Carver Just what happens to people Small stories of life
We all have our ghosts People who still haunt our thoughts People that we haunt
Cold, frosty morning Together in their cold house Two frosty people
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Cold-hearted people Those who think first of themselves Are not my people
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Boy, unadopted All clothes and toys collected Returned, unwanted
Shopping for Christmas Buying things that people won’t like But hoping they will
A life is not lived Without it being challenged By those who live it
Settle for small things A kiss, a touch, a kind word Giving and taking
All that snappiness What does she get from it? More unhappiness
Leaves litter the ground Like the downtrodden people Who tread upon them
Fake plastic flowers Made with fake plastic feelings For fake plastic hearts
Imagination The mind as sanctuary And our last freedom