A Christmas poem
I wrote this poem in 2009. Since it seems nothing has changed, I thought I'd reissue it in this musing.
A Christmas Poem – 2009
My cup runneth over
My blessings so many
It is the best of Christmas'.
Their cup near empty
Their blessings so meager
It is the worst of times.
In a land of plenty
In a land of comfort
Many have much.
In a land of plenty
In a land of comfort
Many have little.
I live in safety
I live without fear
I take it for granted.
They live with war
They live with fear
They take it for granted.
So here comes joy
So here comes sadness
Merry Christmas to all.
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