Real Gifts – A Poem

How typical of us

That we try and over-stuff christmas

So we can try and extract

The maximum mythical happiness


Around a festival

That at its end


On a man’s death


When I die

I want to see a smile

As friends hold the joy

Of my being ever alive


When I die

I hope somebody cries

I hope I at least touched

One life that much


We must not strive

Only for smiles

But accept that real gifts

Bring both joy and sadness


A sadness that makes us weep

And in so doing cleanses eyes

Saves us from living asleep

In grinning half-lives


The world is insane and I'm in writing therapy!

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7 comments on “Real Gifts – A Poem
  1. Mike, wow. Yes, I hope that for me too!

  2. 3rd and 4th verse resonated with me..then again I shan’t be picky – I liked all of it!

  3. RoS, sometimes when we touch, the honesty’s too much . . . just kidding. Wow, that was really good. Yes, I would cry, I freaking like your poetry, and your rants, and your blog tips.

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