Home for the holidays
The show begins.
A crowded house
Filled with strangers
And memories that have died.
That one there
Such pomp and flare.
God forgive the thoughts that run amuck
In this weary mind of mine.
Damn the laws and morals that keep her here.
And him,
How far he has watched us fall
Beyond his reach now
Beyond the precipice of reason
And family bonds.
Curse the sham of hugs and handshakes
And the smiles that betray truths.
If honesty ruled the day
Change would be fast
And binding.
(C) 2008, Tim Prendeville
