A Man Alone
The alarm went off and I forced myself up
I showered and dressed and poured coffee in my cup
There’s no worse feeling than waking all alone
No plans for Christmas is all that I own
I thought I had work, and went in at ten
I’ll maybe wear red and then visit Big Ben
England could be that place I call home
But not when my family’s buried in Rome
Tis the inevitable season to be reminded of pain
Contemplating the meaning of life once again
That night, without care, I just walked around town
And passed a small church that lifted my frown
How could I forget something special like this?
The baby, the shepherds are filled with God’s bliss
Something inside me said, “Cheer up, don’t pout”
This is what Christmas is truly about
These are awesome Chris. I don't know how you do it, I couldn't write a poem to save my life. I look forward to reading the rest of them.
ReplyDeleteThis is probably going to sound silly, but I take it these are all separate poems--not one big epic Christmas poem?
ReplyDeleteIt is one big epic Christmas poem... but each day is a different stanza. They don't directly connect like a story, but they are all related.
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