LETTER

Who did I miss? 

The cold wind blows

The snow flies

Winter follows

As autumn dies

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The air is spiced with frenzy

Lights glisten in celebration

Added tasks, people so busy

Shopping

While some hunger and shiver

Under a bridge, a stairway

Dreams have turned so bitter

A bottle has become a hideaway

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Has time stood still

Since Joseph and Mary

Found all lodgings filled

To their apparent poverty

These thoughts haunt me

As I search my list

And count my money

Let’s see

Who did I Miss?

J .Richard Fuoco

Pontiac