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Poem: Joy to the Old


It is Christmas time
all around lights are gleaming
When I was young long ago
each day was filled with wonder
family gathered in warmth
spilling into laughter
Was that joy?
I think it was…

It is Christmas time
all around carols playing
Now these bitter winter winds
jingle bells make me shiver
family no longer near
floating home in memory
Is that joy?
Doesn’t feel like it…

It is Christmas time
the tree is half decorated
ornaments sit in broken boxes
garlands twisted into knots
forgotten abandoned
in the silent gloom
Where’s the joy?
Gone far away.

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