Life Is Not Only An Unfair Exclamation Point
It is a week before Christmas,
And I recline in my desk blue chair;
Bursting with words
That matter to you,
And hoping that that’s very fair.
For I know that you have your moods, too,
I hope that your girlfriend (or “boy--”) cares
And gives you the gift
That speaks “I Do,”
Then away flies your “Life is unfair!”
Where kisses are free, and you save one for me,
I’d love to taste some of that honey,
Then Christmas would be sweet,
And the sun for you peek,
I’ll remember then it’s not all about money.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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