A Gift
on the back of an old bus schedule
an old man once wrote
seasons change and days turn cold
we long for the friendship of others as we grow old
our plowshares become heavy as our hearts become light
longing for the fellowship that only comes during christmas time
Copyright © Robert Holt | Year Posted 2005
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