It used to
be that I would wake
Early just
for Christmas Day
When I’d
jump out of bed and take
My stocking
into my parent’s room
Now it is
because I ache
In shoulder,
sometimes leg cramps too
To get up,
shopping list to make
And wash up all
last night’s dishes.
When I was
young I’d get up to see
If there
were any wrapped up gifts
Sitting
underneath the Christmas tree
And check
for my name on the label
But now it’s
because I need to pee
Either from
cold or not taking advice
Over having
that last cup of tea
And my
bladder tickles me awake.
As a kid it
would be the dark
That would
have my eyes open in terror
Attack by
ghosts, swallowed by a shark
Dreams of
fertile imagination
And now it
must be a mark
A sign of
age, my youth lost
To be awake
with the dawn, the lark
Singing my
worst nightmare to me.
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