there is camaraderie
and sometimes just that
loose affiliation which brings
us together in a common purpose.
Christmas is coming although one
can't be really sure
perhaps this year it'll be marginalised
like the outcast and the poor,
but perhaps not.
I'm full of hope
I have to be,
unchanging
even as things change
around me,
She grounds me from these
flights of fancy,
anchors me
in this storm.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
there is camaraderie
and sometimes just that
loose affiliation which brings
us together in a common purpose.
Christmas is coming although one
can't be really sure
perhaps this year it'll be marginalised
like the outcast and the poor,
but perhaps not.
I'm full of hope
I have to be,
unchanging
even as things change
around me,
She grounds me from these
flights of fancy,
anchors me
in this storm.
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