Holiday Stress
Holiday Stress
Miracle Man
1/14/2022
Christmas and New year finds life upside down,
digging up old bones always induce my frown.
Though thinking of Jesus, the past I also see,
today, I sit musing, perhaps the problem is me.
This time of year while thoughts are on giving,
my list grows faster than the cost of living.
I strive each day to remember each blessing,
but the holidays just seem to leave me stressing.
Robo calls, emails and snail mail each day,
disrupt my life, and for stopping, I’ve no say.
From open hands come cries, once more to give,
money disappears, like water through a sieve.
The fix I’m found in is entirely of my making,
and those I refuse, the answer no, they’re not taking.
Is this the new norm in which I must exist,
Some stamp envelopes “final notice”
thinking I won’t resist.
Over the course of my lifetime several bad/unpleasant things have happened during the Christmas/New Year time frame which are always remembered. Also, I find it hard to say no;
so those I help, give/sell my name to others.
What a deal! Everyone feels entitled to a slice of my pie.
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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