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Bleak Christmas (2nd poem)
The wintery sun arises from the earth
But I sleep during its rebirth
The mist glistens all too far
I walk for hours, in desperate need of a car
The frost cripples the hardened grass
I gaze at the majesty of it all as I pass
The wintery sun falls helpless to the cold
We still go out and play, but not the old
Sitting in doors all alone
Feeling sad, cold to the bone
Is a man wanting to be
Happy, young and carefree
Christmas is not for you nor me
Nor is it about the Conifer tree
It's about friends and family,
Humankind, and its unity.
