09 October, 2005

A poem for Christmas

As this Christmas draws ever closer ever near.
Christmas calls with hope
For it's the season of goodwill and lots of Christmas cheer.
But will this Christmas be of no one smiling.
I hope it is not you.
For many feel forgotten
Many are so sad and blue.
For Christmas is that time
When all is peace and harmony.
With carols sung, presents given and love flows all around.
And the guns of war they don't make a sound.
This Christmas will it be the one that says?
My tears wont fall but inside I'll weep
And in my prayers I will keep
A joy that has no bounds.
And this Christmas I will sing the loudest
And not forget the Christmas meaning
Yet still make all those Christmas sounds.

1 comment:

beanz said...