Wednesday, 16 December 2015


Though the tinsel is up
And the baubles hung
Though lights scatter windows
And bells are being rung

Though the parties sing
With the happy songs sung
Though people let loose
With all caution flung

I can't help dwelling
On thoughts that have stung
With irritation stuck
On the tip of my tongue

As I stand alone
In the crowds I'm among
A feeling of age
In the world of the young

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