Were those I knew,
Who raise early my beliefs.
I can no longer camouflage my aches and pains.
Or hide them behind grimaces...
Through smiles to mask.
There is no time in the year,
That cheer and joy...
With bells heard ringing.
Brings a smile so wide it appears...
They are doing their best,
To ensure everything he does fails.
And when and 'if' that should happen,
They then try to prevail...
Within these vessels kept that are our temples,
Although treated with neglect.
We should clear the debris each day with faith.
How many Angels can sit atop a tree.
This one I picked for Christmas,
To bring such joy for me.
I don't like.
I hate to annoy you!
You hung up the phone on me.
And in doing so,
You did me a favor!
They seek to stop a fight started.
But this fight 'they' started,
May never come to an end.
And those who are fighting it,