December

For some lucky folks you are a moment to remember,
But for some... A reason to blubber.
Some dance to your music in multitudes,
While the lonely child weeps backstage, in solitude.
Two lovers rover the streets in a resplendent pair...
It's the lonely child's wish; a sigh lost in the air.
One big happy family enjoying food,
White the aroma spoils the street kid's mood.
And noble lords and ladies gay,
Happiness is but another's elegy.

For the street dog who was with me in November
Has left for better spots, and I know not where