Here I sit reflecting of tomorrow.
It will be Christmas day again
Our tree stood tall and vain
but my heart felt only sorrow.
I saw a box under the tree.
It was wrapped in pretty paper,
and tied with a long red taper.
Oh, I grabbed that for me.
The gift reminded me of the past.
I did not want to know more,
So I put the box back in store.
How my heart cried out in contrast.
I sunk down as tears fell to the ground.
Then I saw my piano looking grand
I reached to play the notes like a band
The keyboard made a beautiful sound.
However sleep overtook the day
Christmas is just about over now
And I need to say farewell with a bow
Goodnight is all there is left to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem