A man there sit-ting, All alone
Upon - a - bench, across the sea
Of white - too bright - and - free
For a single moment, single hour
Single day of my his - tor - y
Oh what a mer-ry, merry little land - this is
Oh, what a bright, che-ery city - we live in
And wal-king - in a winter story, I sat
And waited there for you - my - love
Oh what a sight, there sit-ting
-Alone
And what a fright-ful wishing
-For home
Oh what a white, white christ-mas
-Tonight
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2016 18:54
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Very sweet Christmas message!
Lol this is a sad poem
Oh. sorry. I will go back. I guess the Christmas Spirit got into me. Ha Ha.
All alone for Christmas. Nicely done. Hugs.
I re-read, and I feel the same, really. Although, alone on a bench, he is comforted by memories. That can apply to all of us, whether with family, or thinking about a past Christmas when someone special was there. I still think it is a sweet message.
I suppose there is that. No poem has any specific message above any other- they are just words, that serve as a medium for our own minds to comprehend something beautiful, a concept, a dream, a message, a person- No poem is any one thing. There are multiple ways to view most everything, and I suppose that this one is bittersweet, but sweet nonetheless. Thanks for reminding me- I shouldn't close my mind to any interpretation, even if- no, especially if it is a poem of my own composition.
You are extremely talented! I admire your great thoughtfulness. Thanks so much for the reply. I have read your comments on other\'s works. You have such potential. It is so apparent! I would say you are already there but there is always more to write and grow about. Merry Christmas!
Thanks for your praise, I will endeavor to keep writing throughout the season! Merry Christmas!
You too!
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