Alone on a beach
dressed for a party
ready to sing.
The water lapping slowly
onto the sand;
calm and gray.
Tis the season
to be lonely.
There goes your
gay apparel.
Strike your harp
and sing a chorus.
After all,
you want someone to follow
your merry measure.
But tis the season
to be lonely
and sing your
fa-la-la's.
Author notes
A well-known Christmas tune that has it's tune slightly re-arranged.
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Comments
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Very interesting re-write on the traditional carol. I like how the meter actually lends itself to the somber and almost begrudging tone to the poem. Very touching and an excellent write.

