I never thought I’d say this,
but I’m glad Christmas comes only once a year.
I’m having a hard time getting to the point
where I am filled with all that good cheer.
Tag: <span>poem</span>
Till poverty knocked at her door
She never knew how bare
The uneventful days of those
Who have but want and care.
Not fitting in, is not always a bad thing.
Sometimes we have to be true to ourselves.
Sometimes we just aren’t in the mood.
A friend in Germany sent me the link to a song, and I would like to share it with all my blogging friends. The lyrics are in German, sung by many famous European artists who all decided to not ask for any kind of pay or reimbursement to be able to participate in this powerful arrangement.
It probably started
in a whisper, a murmur,
a low tone hardly caught by the papers,
a sticker, a poster,
a brick wall with slogans in fresh black paint
How dare we let a glossy page
trap us in a self-conscious cage?
It’s criminal.
It’s cruel.
It sets us up for our fall.
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Your Beliefs
Your attitude
Your thoughts
Your perspective
How honest you are
We have each become a small world,
spinning from one collision to another.
We scrub cities off our skins
and watch its roads leave tracks in the bath.
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn’t come at all.