Broken Lights

Writing and Reflections

*reblogging an old poem…

llllisa0035

Beneath the sparkling surface

Under festive ribbons and bows

Behind stockings hung with care

Lurks another side to Christmas

Filled with despair

 

In the quiet night

sits a young mother alone

by the cracked ceramic jar

emblazoned with “Pennies for a Rainy Day”

She knows it won’t go far

 

Across town

the room begins to fill

with the homeless and the poor

Thankful for hot meals

No other gifts will grace their door

 

Up the stairs

in a silent apartment

an old man moans

Recording another holiday

spent all alone

 

As we hustle and bustle

and gather last minute things

We should all pause to think

All the forgotten during this festive time

Who live on the brink

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/getting-seasonal/

http://thereveriejournal.com/2014/12/15/holiday-madness/

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