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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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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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* Start your own blog here
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