Maybe Merry Christmas Isn't
Christmas isn't merry.
Everything can't work out every
Reveling on holidays is very
those a little short of cheer.
Yet life goes on, and what
was once consuming
Comes slowly to dissolve in humdrum
Hope returns, its rightful place
Rivers run their long and winding
Instead of pain, one comes to
So does one not bury the
Trading raw estrangement for
Melding losses into harder gains.
you are less than merry, with good reason,
So may you still
find solace in the season.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon