Simplicity does it even survive within the world
of chaotic tantrums?
Pushing and shoving gnarled faces just to
be first in line.
Over exhausted charge cards still smoking
from the non approval,
voices bellowing over each other.
I stare bemused at the scene before me,
I stare bemused at the scene before me,
lost in kaleidoscope imagery, pondering if
there is even a glimpse of happiness mixed
within it,
Wondering what these people would do if
their were no cards to slide, nor imported food
to set upon their tables.
Or if loved ones were ripped from them and
thrown into a war of which their was no harmony,
and peace was more then a decade away.
In sadness I bow my head and cast a wish
to my own Guardian Angel, hoping she will
catch it and hold it close within the
crevasses of her breast.
And gently sprinkle the knowledge of life, on Christmas Eve
bringing tidings and joy to the hearts of those who
bringing tidings and joy to the hearts of those who
only know material things.
For I understand where they are, where they have been,
how calamity is just a door knob away.
We cease to exist, until we learn life is better built
within the simplicity's that surround us and perspective
becomes our salvation!
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