I try to get festive
feels wrong sometimes
it can be lonely
a not so gentle reminder
for some
that they have no family to love
no friends to feed
to join in with and feast
no presents received
living life with the masses
but feeling singled out, no house
little hope
&
cold nights
illuminated by wonderfully pretty lights
wondrous in the sense that
they inspire happiness
in children
every year
a reminder for mum and dad
to do the final present shop
but lights are eerie in glare
for the glazed eyes
of the depressed
or homeless