'Tis The Season
Christmas unfolds like a melodramatic play...
showy on the outside yet inside overdone,
feasting begins seeking pleasure; over indulging,
older you get it's crystal clear health is demanding,
it's less appealing feeling shackled in chains of oldness.
Flickering candles and fairy lights make it an occasion
to light the way as darkness very soon is approaching.
Nighttime dreams leave me as a fly on the wall,
bystander to worlds...a navigator drifting into day.
Hear sound of wind amusing itself with seeking entry,
whistling through those unwelcome fractured cracks.
Outside the foragers sense my daily task – no fear of
Xmas bothering birds, just daily feeding keeps them happy.
Now repetitious thrum of rain beats against window pane,
steady crackle isolating din restricting blare of vehicle drone.
Kick off shoes slippers on, playing scrabble inside it's warm.
Those thoughts of tailback traffic jams, crowds packed into
shopping malls, where store sellers want your earned pounds,
they'll practice their smiles on you even if they're feeling blue,
exhausted by demanding day which then takes them back home
patience steeped in gray. So leave the rat race to the young,
thankful when all's said and done, luxuriate in kindness freely
shown, wish for peace to be readily sown.
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