a boy no more than fourteen, his life uncertainty and doom.
Across the street from where he lay, twinkled yuletide lights of joy.
Reflecting in those graven eyes, taunting and teasing the boy.
Slush and snow were sprayed on the boy as the crowds continued past.
No one seemed to notice, it was only I who seemed aghast.
A tear escaped from my eye, and trickled warmly down my cheek.
I believe the warmth from that tear, gave me the courage to speak.
I shouted,"What is wrong with humanity?, Are we all blind?"
They just walked past me, some muttering, "She's out of her damn mind."
One more try I thought, I yelled," This is the season for giving."
Someone from the crowd bellowed,"Ah- Go make your own damn living!"
They truely could not see this boy, or perhaps they did not care.
Indubitably, I solely was the only one aware.
I pulled the scarf from around my neck, and lay it by the teen.
"Merry Christmas.," I whispered. But exactly did that mean?
copyright - Tracey Irving
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