A Christmas Poem – Revisited

My cup runneth over

My blessings so many

It is the best of Christmas’.

 

Their cup near empty

Their blessings so meager

It is the worst of times.

 

In a land of plenty

In a land of comfort

Many have much.

 

In a land of plenty

In a land of comfort

Many have little.

 

I live in safety

I live without fear

I take it for granted.

 

They live with war

They live with fear

They take it for granted.

 

So here comes joy

So here comes sadness

 

Merry Christmas to all

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