Saturday, December 24, 2022

THE YEARLY VISUAL




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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