cheryl davis miller
The Holidays - Poem by cheryl davis miller
Another holiday alone
leads one to take a pause;
to ponder over days gone by
and wonder at the cause.
I always thought I leant myself
to others needs and cares.
Perhaps I just deceived myself
with well wishes and prayers.
But hey, there is still life to live
and time to make a change.
So next year I won't be alone
a party I'll arrange.
I'll start tomorrow getting out
to make some friends anew,
Tomorrow or the next day that's
perhaps what I will do.
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