St Nicholas

As I walk through the door, none looks my way
I was never important, not that many would say
I stand in the corner but nobody sees me
I speak but none turn, it’s the way it’s supposed to be.

The world looks different from the one’s I had seen
The evil still abounds, repeated daily, a bad scene
I speak but none even turns my way, Am I here?
A child comes to me his hand raised, in his eyes there are tears.

All this pain this sorrow, what the purpose can be
Hate, evil doing, never ceases to amaze me
More children come they pull at my hand
I gaze at the innocence and I understand

They smile and they laugh but others see us not
And yet the celebrations go on, but they all have forgot
I am here for them, all, the unhappy, unloved and deceased
They called me St Nicholas, but only think of the feast.

They made me a saint in the centuries long gone
Over prisoner’s and sailor’s and children every one
No one remembers except for the gifts on one day
But I looked after all, they made me this way

Nobody gives me a thought through out the year
But I collect all the children and wipe away their tears
We are the happy ones they all know to come to me
Not only on one day but through out the year you see.

There are stories and legends formed over the years
But if the belief were strong there would be fewer tears
I am the patron saint of so many causes
I am the man behind all the Santa clauses.

But remember my mission was to offer help to the needy
Not to feed all the senses of those that are greedy.
Remember I stand here, but no one sees me
I’m not given a thought, until they bring in the tree.

But I tried in my life to help those needy and wanting
Those that beatified me gave me a task that is daunting.
From the sailors to the innocent and all the children in fear
If you believe in me or not my I wish you a happy new year.
© ~GG~16/12/2012
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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December 17, 2012 at 1:30 PM
Mandy, a good verse and story... seeing and feeling is believing... a very good poem..pd
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
December 17, 2012 at 2:16 PM
Thanks pd love xx
Grisetti Avatar
December 16, 2012 at 9:55 AM
I truly enjoyed your wonderful story of St.Nick. We should all be more giving. Thank you.
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
December 16, 2012 at 10:21 AM
Thanks Joann xx
Horsman Avatar
December 16, 2012 at 8:48 AM
only you could write a poem like this, like you i too believe in everyday, not just an odd day here and an odd day there..also for the children those that have no one to care for them,Stanza 7 is very special to me thanks Mandy...as are all the stanzas... i wish you a happy new year, also to all especially lovers apart a happy new year too......
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
December 16, 2012 at 8:55 AM
A happy festive season and fabulous new year to you and yours harry, and may your wishes come true xx
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