No silent night, no sugar coating, or gloating
of a picture postcard experience, transcending
the realities of making do and mending.
Never mind fairy tales of then and here and now,
never mind the absence of sand or snow, still the cow
and sheep and the wayward herd needs tending.
Let not the cold and damp dampen our hearts,
let not the early starts dim our view, or darken our parts
in this season. It is still Christmas. Peace.
The greatest thing I have ever done
was to shun
not the limelight, title or hand
but the sense of reverence expected
by the few
the expectation of deference due.
I do not fear the passing years
any more than I fear the passing days
which is to say, I hide my tears
and fail to address my failing ways.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You’re a fanny,” she said
“don’t be so demanding.”
Tell me how
in the here and now
what actions, words or deeds
sow the seeds
of love or hate or greed
in the hearts of others
are they not my brothers?