The Last Day Of Christmas (Disposable)

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The Last Day Of Christmas (Disposable)

The table, where  I laid my dreams
Strewn with paper follies
Tattered Christmas crackers
Spilling forth their thrift shop jollies

Disposable as didn't call
Didn't stay, to face the day
Didn't love me after all
Didn't have a hand to play

The tree Once hung with crystal  hope
Bedraggled now , of lights bereft
No colorful kaleidoscope
Just paling paper pretties left

Disposable as didn't call
Didn't stay, to face the day
Didn't love me after all
Didn't have a hand to play

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

moonsail’s Poems (3)

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The Last Day Of Christmas (Disposable) 0
I Came To Say Goodbye (So long and thanks for all the lies) 2
Jelly Bean Daydream 3