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it is i
Alone, afraid --one fated eve
I watched the night begin to grieve
As droves of pilgrims crawled to stay
I wished... I wanted to fly away.
My money's gone and gas was low.
A quest I'd tried but failed to know,
Just where I'd stay or when arrive
Or if I'd feel like one alive.
No tree. No gifts. No friends or loves.
No phones. No cards. No morning doves.
On hours of hours my drive for home
Was over and cold, none left to roam.
In bed I slept or so I thought.
I dreamed of things I might have bought,
And friends too far to see or hear.
I woke, still tired, and wandered in fear.
The house, too still, devoid, asleep
I crouched down low and felt so deep,
Christ's Day had come and this I cried,
"This I'll recall until I've died."
The tears came then and washed my soul.
I'd made a mistake and reached that goal.
A lesson learned, I will not part --
A Christmas Psalm had scratched my heart.
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