Forgotten
I have just seen Santa Claus
He was crying outside my door
It seems now Christmas day is over
He isn't needed anymore.
So many swore their friendship
On the eve of Christmas night
Now all they see is an old man
With hair and beard of white.
People rushing past him
Without uttering a word
He smiles at them and says hello
But they pretend they haven't heard.
Now his only friends are the shadows
That dance on his bedroom wall
He listens intently for the phone
But he knows no one will call.
His grotto was a castle
Just a few short weeks ago
Today he's the prisoner in a dungeon
That no one wants to know.
I'm afraid he's suffering the same fate
Of so many of our elderly
Forgotten by the masses
The people we never see.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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