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Regret by Carol E. Grant |
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His
Regret by Carol E. Grant |
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Woollen hat and
threadbare coat feign to keep you warm
Christmas day
approaches bringing happiness and good cheer to some
Of all the times
and seasons it is the one you hold most dear
Townsfolk pass
you cheerily carrying mistletoe and tree
Packages all
carefully wrapped so prying eyes wont see.
Children laugh
having snowball fights whilst 'Sally Ann' strikes up the band
And Christmas
Carols are sung merrily all across the land.
Shops are
crammed full with special treats inviting you to buy
But rifling
through your pockets all you can do is sigh.
Not for you the
feasting and the nice warm hearth with family all around
Nor chosen gifts
for you to open as the snow falls to the ground
Long ago are the
days when this would be the case
Now only tears
and biting cold is what you have to face.
Only memories of
yesteryears provide you with some joy
When you were
home with the wife you loved and little baby boy.
Why couldn't you
be satisfied instead of throwing it all away?
When you took to
hitting the bottle she wouldn't let you stay.
Now all you can
do is watch the other folk prepare for Christmas day
As you huddle
tight in cardboard box and wish your life away.
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