my friends said last night
I should write something light
something shiny and bright
to the readers’ delight
no fights and no terror
no soldiers no war
no suicide bombers
no refugees galore
after all it’s the season
when altogether we sing
of the love that we bring
to each other
within reason
so I am doing my best
NOT to make a clean breast
of the worries that plague me
cuddle deep in my nest
only welcome the guests
who brings me good news
and carefully wipes
all bad cues from their shoes
ere they enter my house
so
to rouse our good feelings
we all listen to the chimes
of the church bells a-pealing
and to a poem that rhymes
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
my friends said last night
I should write something light
something shiny and bright
to the readers’ delight
no fights and no terror
no soldiers no war
no suicide bombers
no refugees galore
after all it’s the season
when altogether we sing
of the love that we bring
to each other
within reason
so I am doing my best
NOT to make a clean breast
of the worries that plague me
cuddle deep in my nest
only welcome the guests
who brings me good news
and carefully wipes
all bad cues from their shoes
ere they enter my house
so
to rouse our good feelings
we all listen to the chimes
of the church bells a-pealing
and to a poem that rhymes
