While visions of sugar plums danced in the head,
wondered would it matter if living or dead.
Some fat, some skinny, some short, some tall; no matter the song –
danced with them all.
Moments bitter, memories sweet; enchanted in illustrious delight to meet;
sweeping willows from their head to their feet.
Feared yesterday to come and say goodbye, not nary a heart
did nil draw nigh.
They came and they went, didn’t give it much thought.
The problem or the solution.
Of both, I was a part. I suppose, on the relationship, it just depends,
You laugh and point the finger at the lonely old man.
Sure, I’m Single Income, No Kids, what of it? A meme?
This generation knows nothing of true heartbreak, it seems.
Today, everything’s merely nothing more than a click or a view.
But what about the person. What about
the real you?
Oh, that’s the part you try to hide, deep down inside.
But just remember, from yourself and
from God, you cannot hide.
-DeMaster Thomas, 4/29/23
