Dying with the Holidays

They come and they go, round and round
it seems another Christmas just brightened
the streets of many a fancy store.

The old man walks the town in search of a friend
but it will be too late this year as already
the day to give thanks is no longer.

He knows the hearth will burn with cold flames
devoid of the stockings he once knew
and no tree to adorn with family heirloom.

Contemplating Valentine’s, Memorial,
independence, Labor and their brother days
he hopes only for those no one celebrates.

Comfort is secure at least when as usual
people go about their business in unison
with nothing on their hearts to require fireworks.

It has been many years of simple wishes
that she would see him a companion for
those few remaining feasts of a lifetime.