Life’s Gift

I’ve spent time all alone

I’ve spent years getting stoned.

Unaware of my own existence

People come and go, good riddance.

People surround people

To hide away from their own evils.

My sanity has reached its peak

So I close my mouth, just to speak.

In my mind, I can always hide,

But I’d rather be out than in.

Lord forgive me, and my sins.

In time, I’ll calculate my wins,

I’m fine with my loses

I’ve grown to what life tosses.

My heart was once placid

Black; things were tragic.

Life’s tragedy is magnetic

It keeps you grounded like gravity

And shocks like bad static.

Our tragedies keep us moving,

To busy to remember our own doings.

Life is a present, wrapped up;

Surprise intended.

Top it off with a bow,

You have a gift, to exist.

If you didn’t know.

Christmas Love

Sit and wait for Christmas gifts.

The kind of presents that tend to lift,

Even peasants have a gift to give.

The gift of love.

Shivering and cold this winter solstice,

Working hard, five cents a shoe polish.

With the money made,

Gifts to give, make the loneliness fade.

All for that smile upon the faces,

Makes one forget about the worst cases.

Busy streets this time of the year.

People more into gifts,

Than spreading good cheer.

But the peasant wants to make some happy.

By buying presents for the sadly.

You have your Scrooges and Grinch’s;

Who’s movements in inches don’t go the distance.

But one man, can save the day.

With the gift of love is how to pay.