12 December 2021

Cold early morning.
TV weather warning.
Often a shadow at dark.
No room at the park.

Moon hungry eye,
Lonely enough I sigh.
Most quickly pass by.
We'll do better, July.

Christmas time lies near.
Left only one beer.
Cards still hang from last year.
I hear that old carol song.
Where I somehow went wrong.

Only one smile is my wish.
One dollar in my cold dish.
Here each day is a loan.
Nothing i have is my own.
Crowds packing gifts all go home.

Once I  had a name.