When all about are full of doubt
in these troubled times of ours.
Spare a thought for what was wrought
Before the Earth had flowers.
No Christmas cheer, not even beer
was anywhere to be found.
The world was hot, and believe it or not,
it wasn’t even round.
Years in millions, nay, even billions,
have passed since that forming time.
Yet somehow life grew from that strife
And pushed up through the slime.
So why complain, and talk of pain,
because you’ve spent some money.
Enjoy the food, and try to be good,
it’ll surely please your honey.
One more thing I ask, it’s only a small task.
Please spare a thought for others.
The young, the old, the meek, the bold.
No Fathers or Mothers, no sisters or brothers.
No family, no friends, no pet, and yet
they too deserve some joy.
So send them a card, it won’t be hard
Tis a small thing, but, Oh Boy.
The difference it might make, so for their sake
Select a nice card full of good cheer
Go to your den, pick up your pen,
write, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
I could suggest more, but don’t want to bore,
(an invite would not go amiss)
To join you for dinner, would be a winner.
and give them a day of bliss.
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This poem was first published HERE
and is copyright protected Ⓒ2018 to Chris Graham
aka The Story Reading Ape
Any resemblance to actual living (or deceased) people is purely coincidental