December
December already,
yet we are getting old,
as a year goes
by on its toes
bidding
farewell,
another arriving
bold
on our shores
with its shores
as waves
of alternating current
with its current
pitfalls and graves,
unpublished collections
whose lessons
better than philosophy
are the most palpable
scars learned as well
as an Aesop's fable...
Nothing is worth the Science
of life but through experience,
yet December
is also the rhyme
that brings us together
every time
to faith regardless
the stress
to cope
with, to hope
under the same tree,
to childhood memories
to the hood, our traditions.
to pardon injuries,
to mend our frictions
and our sorrows,
makeshift choirs
singing Christmas carols
to celebrate life instead
over fresh ginger bread,
cake and ice cream,
assorted cookies
home made patties,
beer and liquors,
cheers, cheese and jelly rolls,
malted milk or hot chocolate
topped with whipped cream
and grilled marshmallows
or a warm cup of mint tea...
Guy Cayemite
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