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Christmas Mourning Day
CHRISTMAS MOURNING DAY Not for all, is Christmas day a happy time Some like he, wake up, to just another day Alone, curtains shut, blocking out the world Christmas cards on the table, remain unopened In the distance, he can hear the children play Other times he would be quite happy to hear But not on this, Christmas mourning day Left alone now, not even a cup of tea to share Times like this can be just too much to bear Thinking on happier times with a wife to care Nothing grand, a day in front of the Telly Enjoying old comedy programs, Morecambe and Wise But the fun of happier times now brings on sad emotions Of a house once happy and warm, now all of this is gone The curtains remain closed, the hearth remains cold He affords himself a trip to the kitchen to make a cup of tea Settles; wrapped up in an old bathrobe, aging old slippers His eyes settle on the photo’s upon the mantelpiece His wife, his children long gone, all smiling in happier times Eyes glazed, he wonders on it all, with shaking hands he slips his tea Silent tears caress his sunken cheeks, on this Christmas mourning day Indiana Shaw . . .
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