Member Poem

On a quiet side lot
without any lights
there sits a house
the people passed by

a blanket of snow
unbroken by small feet
no games there are played
and laughter is not heard

frost glistens brightly
on the ill kept lawn
no lights here glitter
amid all the Christmas cheer

icicles do hang down there
from the barren eve's
cold frost does lie upon
the darkened window panes

carolers pass on by it
it's walks not cleared of snow
and it lies so darkly
as if no one is home

within its quiet parlor
the Christmas tree does stand
decorated so carefully
with ornaments oh so old

a white cloth lies beneath it
as barren as the snow without
waiting there for presents
that are generally gone without

hope there still does linger
for a Christmas morn
but a fear is found there
for another barren Christmas morn