No Christmas Cheer

Outside I hear the rain beating,
Suddenly it starts sleeting,
Then it becomes snow, thick, and fast,
It makes me think of the past.

When I was a young child,
Snow was rather wild,
Never cold or sad,
Life was good never bad.

Now snow makes me feel alone,
Cold as marble stone,
No family this year,
No Christmas cheer.

poem by Claire Gam
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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