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A Christmas Poem

Just Days Before Christmas

Twas a few days before Christmas
and all through the land,
People were losing their minds
over a new tax plan.
Their concern is too much money
Might remain with the rich.
Not even sure who gets what,
they decide just to bitch.
Of course, when people are asked who the rich might be
Basically, they say, “anyone that has more money than me”.

Our worries of government and taxes and such,
really don’t help advance mankind much.
To concern ourselves with where capitals might be
In some faraway land that we’ll probably never see.
Is a waste of our efforts,
And can cost us our minds.
We should just try to be
more understanding and kind.
We can help one another
not elected people on a hill.
No matter the rhetoric or passage of a bill.

Tis the season to be jolly,
And to love one another.
To treat all we meet
like a sister or brother.
Kindness is not made by legislatures afar.
But comes from our hearts
And how open we are.
So regardless of your beliefs, color, race, or creed.
More understanding and kindness is really what we need.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Peaceful Saturnalia or whatever you and yours might celebrate. Try to be accepting and understanding of all regardless of their political affiliation, sexual orientation, the color of their skin, or any other differences they may have. We are all in this together.

                                                                                                                                   “THE” 12/22/17
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