December 22-2018
December 22/2018
Written: by Miracle Man
I'm anxious and depressed by some hurts I remember,
Bad memories always make this month no cinch.
Each year when it comes to the month of December,
I'm sure some might think I'm just an old Grinch.
I'm bombarded by phone from those with a need,
Some knock on my door thinking I surely can.
I get many letters in which charity's seem to plead,
I want to help everyone but I'm just one man.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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