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