Thursday, December 24, 2009

Never What I Remember.

Never What I Remember

This single day of joy,
Bedecked with merriment and youth
And plagued by dreams of that one toy
That will prove to me this season's truth,

As a child, was so wondrous.
And all the days leading unto it,
My cheer was pure and boundless,
And the glee born then was a conduit

That would last me all the year.
But time has long since grown,
And with each passing season I fear
That the magic I once had known

Is now gone for all my years.

(For the joy I now try so hard to find is never what I remember.)

Written 12.25.09 @ 12:10 AM

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