The Walk Home
I stumble down the crowded streets alone on Christmas Eve
A little smile comes to my face, watching a family pick out their tree
Passing by the cafe, a boy was slipping a ring on the girls hand
Down the street a couple's fighting, she threw out everything he had

I shook my head, continued to walk through the snow, slowly home
I passed a man sitting by the fence, he was cold and all alone
When I passed the laundry, a young girl was there, she was working the street
She asked if I wanted to party, she didn't even look sixteen

Once again, I simply shook my head almost in disbelief
Thinking, how many people have problems, even on Christmas Eve
At last I see the home place though I'm weary, tired, and poor
Oh, but what a beautiful site, just met me at the door
I went inside, stoked the fire, turned on the TV
Relaxed into my easy chair, just my old dog and me

Merry Christmas!

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 11/28/2008 11:46:25 PM
Lovely. Thoughtful. Those little things in our lives we know we can take comfort from, even when we see so much discomfort from the world outside. And when we see the good outside, we appreciate what we have also. Great contemplation here!

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Sometimes it only takes the little things, to make us the happiest of all.
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