Sharing the Wealth
Over the interstate driving fast
To my sister’s house I drove
Lights had been hung - by professionals done
There were fir trees in a grove
Hey!
Where is the meaning in Christmas, Sis?
She pointed to all her gold
She’d so much wealth now, I wondered how
Her heart was so mean and cold
Ho!
It boggled my mind how those outside
Needed badly to be fed
But sis like a fool with her priceless jewels
Could not spare a slice of bread
*Based on “Over the River and Through the Woods”
Inspired by my sister.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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