As Christmas falls about you,
Seeping softly into your hearts,
Do you wonder about me?
As goodwill finds life in you,
Aching gently within your breast,
Do you consider my own dream?
As festive cheer grows and grows,
Inside warmed homes and fires,
Do you give thought to my chill?
As merry-making warms and drips
About your Christmas-happy heads
Do you wish that I was with you?
No.
For what use is one that moans
And groans
And weeps
And complains
When all about
Are happy
Thoughts
And
Dreams?
Far better you forget me and
Be happy
And glad
And joyous
Than you should
Remember
Greyness
And
The drab.