For decades, every year at Christmas time
I tried to create a sublime rhyme.
I would exit my building and see a sight to behold
And with excitement, so many thoughts would unfold.
The Santa so silver and huge and and it lit up the street
And all those people walking when I heard their feet
Going here and there, this way and that, in front of me
After cars passed, I really had nothing else to see.
The tree in my lobby was part of that picture so pretty
I finally took pen in hand to write this little ditty.
But you see, I want you to read between the lines.
I want you to be able to see through my eyes to the signs:
I am old now and grey and getting older every day
So I ponder: will this be the last time I get to see it and say
Happy holidays to you and those passing along the highway?
--- Marjorie J. Levine © 2022
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