What Will It Be Now That It Has Been.

When Santa finishes his route 
And the menorah candles are blown out

All the family gatherings have ceased 
That love from blood is only leased

Once friends go back to their schools
That cold air is the only one that rules

There is no life left in this town
At night there isn't even a sound

What will this inanimate object do
Ill tell you not a single clue

I sure cant sit and cry
Freeze my face in this by and by

At least I still have this pen
With paper I occupy this den

It doesn't put my brain all at ease 
Hard to write about beauty with leafless trees

Still I continue a beggar cant be a chooser
Maybe in fact I am just another loser

But complaining does nothing in changing these times
Lights don't stay on from mediocre rhymes.