one less wish

one less wish

there was a trace of snow as

we all met at the seven-eleven

for fountain drinks

and a bit of convenient cheer

when an old sot

stumbled in 

short on money

but long on beer

we bought him a soda

and a peppermint candy cane

half a sandwich

and his disdain

out in the cold he went

sated but fated to feel

that frigid blade of steel

certain the new year would arrive

with him absent.

erin-cilberto

12/23/19

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many kinds of Christmas stories. Some can end-up unhappy. Thank you Jacob for sharing your words and thoughts.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.