The air has turned cold,
The nights are darker,
The fall of the leaves,
Is almost over.
***
People grow tired,
The world grows weary,
Some people think winter,
And just go teary.
***
The lonely find Christmas,
Too much to bare,
And sometimes it seems,
People just don’t care.
***
Find someone who needs,
Someone who could use you,
Stretch out a hand,
And let them know they’re not alone.
***
Winter happens to us all,
It makes us cold,
And makes us scowl,
Some worse than others.
***
So this is my plea,
My Christmas wish,
Find someone who needs you,
And give them a hug and a kiss.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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