A Christmas EveA Poem by Al R. ArceA poem about the true meaning of christmasOut there in the distance a child. walks towards me Dreadlocks filled with lice, sagging pants, naked feet His bones show the hunger, the cold rattle his teeth He would feed out of trashcans but tonight is christmas eve I really have no time, I don't want to listen Maybe if I don't look he will feel my disposition He is just one of those motherless sons The ones that steal, out of school, doing drugs. I enter my car and close the door fast I am late. I must go. I speed in haste I got a trunk full of gifts That to my friends I must hand While I get my fill of food and ale. As I drive through the streets I think of all the things He could've done to avoid misery. Out there in the distance, a child simply sits Listening to carols and laughter from the streets While on the sky, no star will shine for him He'll have no gold, frankincense or myrrh Just hunger with the winter freeze Jesus, his mother named him Before she died on a christmas eve © 2013 Al R. ArceFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorAl R. ArceSt. Louis, MOAboutI'm in my 50's. My family is my life. Writing is my hobby. I hope you find here something that you enjoy. Constructive comments are welcomed. If you ask me to read something I will. Thank you for.. more..Writing
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