Late Saint Nick

3 0 0
                                    

Every day every week every month I grow tired,

But its on this day at the end of the year I feel inspired,

I know my effort and trouble can be hard to see,

You will always be within me never to flee,

Hoping for more would be selfish of me to wish upon you,

Im just happy you are the glue that holds my family,

Taking on many shapes but I always knew it was you,

Nothing more than the joy that sparks all our heartskeeping us from apart.

Poems Lost In TimeWhere stories live. Discover now