They talk of christmas spirit
Of myrrh intertwined with magic
2019 was a special one
In my unending travel
I boarded a public service van
Sat next to a stranger
This was no regular stranger
She told me not to throw the plastics
An environmental conservative
Stranger after my own heart
She offered A gift
In absolute veracity this was my santa
And we talked about life
And of the passing of events
She has just alighted
And now am left here
Stuck with a new stranger
Who smells of alcohol
And dental halitosis
Now i cant talk
So i sit in wait
Waiting to reach my destination
All the while.....
Thinking about the perfect stranger.

They'll come only to my tomb
Only in the time of needs,
They only know my existence
Only when they feel so empty.

They'll just visit my grave
Only when they are lonely,
They only know my worth
Only when the world turns them in.

They will become my ally
Only when they can rely on me,
They will leave immediately
Only when sweets melts in bitternes.