A Christmas Poem

A Christmas Poem

I originally wrote the following free-form poem in  2009.  Sadly, it is as appropriate today as it was then.  It offers some things to ponder.

 

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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