If snow can fall as silently
As newborn babes are thus conceived
And water trickles tenderly
From joyful tears of love received
If tattered memories never fade
And warm embraces never cool
Or Santa really is a myth
And pillow coins aren't meant to fool
If appetites of starving souls
Envelop pity from the masses
And distant countries hold them till
All ravaged hostage conduct passes
If backseat drivers lose their wisdom
Clowns no longer laugh but cry
And dim-lit shadows in the forest
Recognize the glowing sky
WHAT THEN?
(5-12-1980)
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