Mark Christmas Poems

a little girl looked at her dad
she asked him why he looked so sad,
just stood there, blank,
not saying a word
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youthful face, innocent cares,
wide eyed child, infant stares.

child grew up, played soldier games,
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Diogenes always worked,
a Soldier, a Sailor, an Airman,
for Queen and Country.
One day tossed aside,
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Your passing was whispered and then tolled by the gasps………
…………the sighs,
wishes on the breeze of a time when you were here.
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“Purvey me your soul, ”
The Devil cried,
To a war-torn and downtrodden warrior,
“We’ll descend through the Earth,
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It’s coming up to Christmas,
So spare a little thought,
Of what your waistline really needs,
And what you shouldn’t have bought.
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Middle age came
How much was left?
Of my life
Before I was bereft.
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The flaxen hair had long since disappeared
and had been replaced
by the melancholy sheen of aging;
she smiled as a pint of warm ale
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A Soldier is not born
He’s forged to be strong,
He’s machine-like, robotic,
Working hard, fast and long,
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A young lad came,
knocked the door with a tap,
he stood and he waited
in blue jacket and cap.
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