Looking in thru the window at the crystal chandiler. The . Packages wrapped and placed under the tree with care. I look away to the left and right in fear. Hoping no one will see me there.
I think about the home I once had. The many Christmas' now long past. How did it get so bad. I never thought these times would last.
My wife now gone my children as well. Bad luck or misfortune, My own little hell. I suppose to each his own portion.
My shoes have holes on the bottom and sides. I'm so ragged I just want to hide. But as is as is goes. Lost everything else, now my clothes.
I stumble down the alley to the grate in the street. Hoping to get warm from the rising heat. My head is so heavy I just want to sleep. My belly growls, I have nothing to eat.
So please when you see me ragged and worn. Remember I was once like you. But my wife and children from me were torn. Seems there was nothing the doctors could do.
That was about three years ago. The bills came in, I tryed to pay. I couldn't keep up so they took everything away. Now the celebration a savior born. I pray he see me ragged and torn.
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