I've come to find that every year
after dark on Christmas Eve,
my Heart and Mind meet without fear
at the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
They seem to laugh and chat and grieve.
Both have Her own agenda.
Each others' burdens they relieve
on the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
Their topics differ wildly.
I'm not privy to them early.
They always part quite mildly
from the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
Their opinions vary without exception.
I now wait and let them linger.
They come from differing direction,
to the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
The other times they meet -then leave,
it's always unexpected.
I relish their meeting on Christmas Eve
under the lamppost of Bitter and Sweet.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
I've come to find that every year
after dark on Christmas Eve,
my Heart and Mind meet without fear
at the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
They seem to laugh and chat and grieve.
Both have Her own agenda.
Each others' burdens they relieve
on the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
Their topics differ wildly.
I'm not privy to them early.
They always part quite mildly
from the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
Their opinions vary without exception.
I now wait and let them linger.
They come from differing direction,
to the corner of Bitter and Sweet.
The other times they meet -then leave,
it's always unexpected.
I relish their meeting on Christmas Eve
under the lamppost of Bitter and Sweet.
To John
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