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  • Writer: Sebastian Jack
    Sebastian Jack
  • Nov 21
  • 2 min read


he hadn’t shared a meal with others since

he’d FOUND HIMSELF in debt and minus home


a hobo seeking rest and work, our prince

forgot the meaning Seasons.. this UNKNOWN


as AUTHOR, ACTOR, ARTIST lacking aim

invited hardly ever, end of year


to turkey dinners, Christmas Eves, THEY CAME

AND WENT without a no one wanting near


---


and so it goes, November feeling strange

December mornings HOPING fate might shift


if POEMS THAT HE WROTE could trigger change

receive a humble invite.. still adrift


as wandered through the SUPERMARKET AISLES

while planning for a party he’d propose


O TANNENBAUM and table, plates and piles

of food for all the many chairs, but no...


---


could not afford to pitch a proper feast

nor find the folks who’d EVER WANT ATTEND


was well-resigned to dine on less, at least

could share the love on LAPTOP with his friends..


who NEVER REALLY KNEW the boy who seemed

so easy, open, quick to offer cheer


was loner in a world BEYOND THE SCREEN

where, on his own, was apt to disappear


---


“I pray you have a Holiday too filled

with LIGHTS and TINSEL, evergreens and glee


and ribbons for the GIFTS YOU WRAP unskilled

all taped with loving fingers, given free..


for what you lose when ceding others joy

is found upon a CHRISTMAS TREE too spare...


like Linus and the Land of Misfit Toys

I wish for you a STAR OF WONDER rare.”


---


is when he’d close the lid and make SOME SOUP

and think about the years gone by, as lad


BETWEEN his aunts and uncles, cousins, group

of gladsome noise, all corduroy and plaid


and ponder what he EVER DID SO WRONG..

deserve a life of solitude, as kept


REMEMBERED WORDS of midnight masses, songs

in dreams that filled his heart and soul as slept


---


awoke that morning, BOLTED out of bed

and showered, shaved, as donned his warmest sox..


with sweaters layered, this is what he said

“I’ll cook WHAT HAVE, and wrangle those on block


who have no reason celebrate outside

the homeless, much like me those YEARS AGO


could use a feast of ramen noodles...” wide

his eyes like lamb.. “A CHRISTMAS GALA, THROW !!”







 
 

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