Gregory Huyette


December - Poem by Gregory Huyette

It’s with trepidation and mixed emotions that I arrive here.
It’s a month of giving, but means loss of another year.
Another year that has expired as I celebrate the holidays.
I cherish society’s true gifts and lament its hollow ways.

Its true gifts are the freedoms for which so many have died.
Hollow ways are by a few who have cheated and lied.
Best of all are the gifts of being with dear family and friends,
Good wishes, hugs and kisses with the love that this sends.

I’ll cleanse my mind so that the only things I’ll remember
Are future positives nurtured by this joyous December.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011


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