The Park Bench At Christmas
Once more it is Christmas
I'm sitting alone.
No warm voice to greet me,
No sympathy shown.
The silence is piercing
The air crisp and cold,
Hot tears of deep sadness
I cannot withhold.
The park is deserted
There's not a soul near
For warm homes are sharing
The Christmas time cheer.
Oh, sweet little robin
You too look forlorn.
We'll comfort each other
This cold Christmas morn.
I'll give you some crumbs
Whilst you sing a sweet air.
One gift for another
This Christmas we'll share.
My fleeting companion
Has now flown away.
The bench is my home
On this bleak Christmas day.
12/12/18
'The park bench at Christmas contest' : sponsored by Sara Kendrick -
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Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018
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