 Christmas Gift |
Poems: Christmas GiftThe wind cuts across the Downs
And bites me more than physically,
As I walk down the steps,
Each one a heartbreak,The pensioners have all gone back to the ancient capital,
The pictures have been taken
The food eaten,
The party over,
The restaurant empty,
The decorations still shine but not for me,
I've returned for my hat,
And turn to leave,You come in the door,
No need to say anything,
Love in your eyes,
The message is delivered faster than e-mails yet to be born,I can smile again,
You've disposed your fears and doubts,
To obey your instincts,
We go outside to talk,
And we start anewNovember 99
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