Saturday, November 22, 2014

A Present

They say this life is a present…
But I can't find it.
I'm scrounging under the tree like a four-year-old.
Trying to find which box is mine.
Where is my name?
None of the tags reveal the present to be mine.
I see all the colored boxes.
I even shake a few.
So many beautiful bows
 and colorful paper.
I would be happy even with a small box.
For some reason, Santa has forgot about me this year.
My stocking is empty.
There's not even coal.

The fireplace sits cold and dark.
the cookies are gone from the plate.
I know that Santa has forgotten me this year. 

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