Poet's always know what to say
Giving another a sweet day
Letting few emotions get in the way
Yes, Always know what to say.
On a Christmas long ago
I survived on the street
I really didn't want to go
My mother said it'd be plenty to eat,
The reason I wanted not to go
Is 'coz of my show off brother
He knew I was stone cold broke
He just wanted to impress mother
On his wealth I wanted to choke,
So I scraped together some change
Bought mom and dad a blank card
To my family I was considered strange
To write them a poem wouldn't be hard,
The poem was really personal
I thanked them for loving me
Since the card was two dimensional
I silently slipped it into the tree,
As usual my brother put on his show
His gifts were very expensive
That I hurt my brother did know
I was presentless and apprehensive,
With all the presents were passed out
My mom looked into the tree
Quietly she pulled the card out
Then read it was from me,
As she and dad silently read it
Tears whell up in their eye's
Few knew of my wisdom and wit
All knew that dad seldom cries,
Those expensive presents
Have all been lay to waste
To this day my brother still resents
That poem I wrote in haste,
You see my fellow lover's of poetry
A poet always knows what to say.
JJSweets 20Sept19 14:35 hrs
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