No Gift to Give

Whatever happened

to neighbor helping neighbor?

Friends helping friends?

Sounds of curious children,

air filled with holiday music,

laughter abounds in preparation

of a most special day,

for some.

Others, who cannot give,

who cannot afford basic luxuries;

are called homeless,

confined,

lonely; the alone.

Others have family,

and surrounded by friends,

enthralled by a lover of constant substance;

while many others fall short

these simple happenings,

and glad tidings become a chore.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly;

as others sleep under bridges and back alleys,

confined, restricted, to a life empty and alone.

That is truly alone.

Once holidays vaporize from sight,

things will become what they were;

unknown.

It is only now we think of it,

and quietly repent for a little while.

Afterward,

it becomes out of sight, out of mind.

That is sad.