Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christ Like

That white Toronto Christmas
I dined with my rich aunt
Who gave me fancy bourbon chocolates
To rich for me to eat
As I trudged to the subway after
I met a man sleeping in the street
Who begged me for a loon or a toon

I gave him some coins
Then turned again and said
You want these fancy bourbon chocolates?
I got them from my aunt
Top class fancy things
You can have them if you want
He took them and ate

I don’t feel close
To Christ as saviour
Or as son of god
But sometimes I feel
Close to that carpenter
Whose only wish was to heal
What was wrong with the world

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