An epitaph
To a dying day
A twenty foot xmas tree
Sparkling lights
Which say.
You are next weeks
Garbage
Yet to be bagged
Landfills child
Words are gagged.
The Christmas shoppers
Have all gone home
They wished you well
Their coins
Now thrown.
The tv channel
Spreads good news
Snow will fall
The children
Swoon.
Upon this day
They say Christ was born
No cardboard city
Or quilt
Thats torn.
No Xmas dinner
No present wrapped
Just distant carols
In newspapers
Wrapped.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For the homeless at Christmas
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Comments2
A fine write N.
Meanwhile - I fell in a hole. Now I'm buried under all this landfill. I didn't see the notice ' Do Not Enter - Landfill Site'. Doh!
You should always read the signs lol
Yes, same as when I fell over that cllifffffffffffff - do ya hear me??! The sign said 'Danger', but someone had smudged the D. I thought 'Why anger at the edge of a cliff? lol.
dodgy things cliffs lol
Although for the homeless and sending a strong message it can be taken as a general criticism of society and religion the preaches taking care of each other and the poor but values riches and greed that always is awarded first prize. This poem is so poignant at this time of year and very nicely constructed. It does what I feel a good poem must do it engages the emotion. A fave
very kind comments for which I thank you and appreciate, yes you nailed it again
Thou are most welcome
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