Dark Christmas
It was snowing,
as I went store to store shopping;
for Christmas gifts to give family,
I had many bags and I was joyful;
as I stood waiting for the street light to change.
I looked sexy, I felt sexy, I was sexy for sure,
with my high heel boots and long blond hair;
and cute winter hat.
I noticed a woman,
watching me as she sat on the cold street;
oh, she made me feel so uncomfortable,
I suppose she wanted some money;
so, I searched through my purse for some change.
I reached out to give it to her and she smiled,
with a toothless happy grin she spoke to me;
in a gravely voice.
Miss, she said,
you look like an angel standing there in the snow;
I was once beautiful like you, oh don't laugh,
now look at me- a beggar on the street;
I have no home to call mine, no place to rest my head.
No place that is Christmas but I saw an angel tonight,
I was quite overwhelmed by her words;
what could I reply. (thank you)
I walked away,
but, I felt a melancholy taking over me;
I had been so wrapped up in my own luck,
that I failed to see the people with nothing;
being an angel is not what I considered myself at all.
Yet, I suppose to a person with nothing it is possible,
so, I made a promise to myself that day;
to help the homeless.
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December 17, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Dark Christmas
Copyright Protected 19-1209-634-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Darker Side of Christmas
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux
Third Place
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