Christmas Eve, a poem by Glynn Sinclare at
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Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

written by: Glynn Sinclare



I gaze into a hall.
Rainbows bouncing of the walls,
from crystal prism balls,
reflecting round and round the walls.
The light went out.

Christmas mapped, before me.
A feeling of hopelessness, inside me.
Must I partake of Christmas trees
and fairy lights.
No Gifts to share, empty pockets every where.
No light to guide me

Begging hands outstretched,
children in need.
No income, no abode, cold hands,
Tongue without a voice.
Night fall,
this street is now where I reside.
No light to warm me

Would that the North Star,
burn so bright.
Shine its light to guide me home.
To where I once belonged.
A welcome face from long lost days.
A smile to lighten up my way.

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