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Alms of Greed
by Brian Francis
Cold days and snowy fields
Windblown drifts of dancing white
Evergreens, lights, and shiny balls
Brightening windows in the night
Presents of all shapes and sorts
Piled `neath those boughs
Joyful gifts of chirstmastime
As much as money allows
Store registers ring and chime
In celebration of commercial glee
With weary eyes the shopping drones
Roam lost in the commercial sea
Signatures bind souls in slavery
Indentured to a ruthless lord
The sacrifice of these holy days
Buying more than one can afford
10/29/2010 Posted on 10/29/2010
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/29/10 at 11:07 PM Boy, you hit that one home, and already I see Christmas trees lit up brightly in stores. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/29/10 at 11:19 PM Maybe the 12 day of christmas is the 12th of never. I think most of us have had thoughts like the one in this poem. But I also think it is up to each and every person to handle Christmas as they see fit. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/01/10 at 08:25 PM Well said and brilliantly stated. |
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