A Poet's Christmas
Before an old clock tower
Sun has set
Lights come on
Bells toll the six o'clock hour
Alone again
Christmas carols
Ring out into silent silent night
For believers
A world gathers in anticipation
For the less fortunate
Hope clings precariously
Upon the precipice of ruin
While ignorance spouts a doubtful hymn
And man continues his lonesome march
Towards realms of compassion, and sin
Coexisting in childhood-like dreams
Of sugar plum fairies, and drudgery
And among them there are poets
Dreamers of a bygone era
Whose only wish is peace
And good will to all.
Amen
D.A. Wittler 16'
Before an old clock tower
Sun has set
Lights come on
Bells toll the six o'clock hour
Alone again
Christmas carols
Ring out into silent silent night
For believers
A world gathers in anticipation
For the less fortunate
Hope clings precariously
Upon the precipice of ruin
While ignorance spouts a doubtful hymn
And man continues his lonesome march
Towards realms of compassion, and sin
Coexisting in childhood-like dreams
Of sugar plum fairies, and drudgery
And among them there are poets
Dreamers of a bygone era
Whose only wish is peace
And good will to all.
Amen
D.A. Wittler 16'
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