- Feb 3, 2024
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New blog post by mickleinapickle
Don’t Call On Me
Cold winds blow through city streets
as winter’s grip takes hold
and grey souls in downbeat worlds
retreat to lies untold.
.
Rain-lashed pavements now are bare,
the forecast speaks of snow,
but in grim northern climates
an oasis starts to glow.
.
Christmas days are here once more,
those warm enchanting times.
Chance to cast off gloomy dawns,
relive those joyful climes.
.
But don’t call on me, Saint Nicholas,
just pass me by this year.
Life’s been good to me again,
no cause to shed a tear.
.
An old girl who lives by me
would welcome your next call.
She’s seen no kin for ages,
no faces to enthral.
.
I saw a child in council care,
a broken, battered waif.
A visit from such as you
would prove to him he’s safe.
.
A homeless girl in hospital
gave birth to a damaged boy.
She has no one to show the way,
your smile may bring her joy.
.
A sad young man walks the streets,
no one has time for stares.
Would you please take hold his hand
and show him someone cares?
.
Winter’s chill now stalks the land,
those dark foreboding clouds,
though Christmas cheer brings happiness
to Man’s enduring crowds.
.
Please call on me, Saint Nicholas,
next year, around this time.
I may be a grey-faced one
in need of love sublime.
.
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Don’t Call On Me
Cold winds blow through city streets
as winter’s grip takes hold
and grey souls in downbeat worlds
retreat to lies untold.
.
Rain-lashed pavements now are bare,
the forecast speaks of snow,
but in grim northern climates
an oasis starts to glow.
.
Christmas days are here once more,
those warm enchanting times.
Chance to cast off gloomy dawns,
relive those joyful climes.
.
But don’t call on me, Saint Nicholas,
just pass me by this year.
Life’s been good to me again,
no cause to shed a tear.
.
An old girl who lives by me
would welcome your next call.
She’s seen no kin for ages,
no faces to enthral.
.
I saw a child in council care,
a broken, battered waif.
A visit from such as you
would prove to him he’s safe.
.
A homeless girl in hospital
gave birth to a damaged boy.
She has no one to show the way,
your smile may bring her joy.
.
A sad young man walks the streets,
no one has time for stares.
Would you please take hold his hand
and show him someone cares?
.
Winter’s chill now stalks the land,
those dark foreboding clouds,
though Christmas cheer brings happiness
to Man’s enduring crowds.
.
Please call on me, Saint Nicholas,
next year, around this time.
I may be a grey-faced one
in need of love sublime.
.
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