The Ghost of Christmas Past has come, Solitude was his name
Marley laughs with me over spiced eggnog as I wait
For the Ghost of Christmas Present to come around
Because he brings that fine milk of human kindness
The soothing nectar that gently wipes away distain
All that has transpierced for me, all that’s caused me pain
The very clouds that filled the sky so dark and cold
Everything that made me cry, the very thing that brought the rain
It’s all so simple now, all so brightly clear I see
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come is obviously…
Just me
Author notes
If you're looking for rhyme and meter
you won’t find it from Ancientson,
it’s just not my game
Written December 16th, 2005
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so gently sad, I am certain you are missing your Dad about now. I know the holidays are hard for ones that have lost family members.As I also know.
cheer up friend.
go write a new song for the blues guitar
and post a new poem for us to read please.
your fans are a missing you.
Tamara
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