Like A Dickens Ghost
by Michael Doyle

A distant streetlight offers illumination
A secret peek inside a dreamer's imagination
Suddenly, the curtain is pulled aside
And you can see inside where the demons hide

Funny as it is as to what each day brings
As we chase pipers piping about golden rings
Life comes at us in 3D and highly interactive
While we do our best to keep our hearts attractive

Doing our best to keep things a touch of real
Knowing that each moment has its own feel
It seems that elves fight a little dirty
Even when mischievously  being flirty

Angels don't fall from Heaven without a price
And you can't count on anyone to always play nice
All those figures of speech aren't always heaven-sent
Sometimes it comes down to the spiced intent

Tragic destinations magically crawl in late
But some things are meant and worth the wait
Hiding from the sting of the gifts of Christmases past
The whispers of Dickens carry the tune at last

Calling birds seem to have and ring up your number
As the tiredness presses you into your slumbers
You need to be more the fighter and less the lover
When nothing in life spins into play to cover

The mistakes made along the way as you keep on living
Taking the good and bad of those days life is giving
It sometimes seems you have done all  you know to do
And still, you need more hours in a day that offers too few

Isn't it funny how we lose ourselves on the way?
We think we're wise but seldom have anything to say
It's best to know that we're all in this together
Leaving it to the Christmas spirit to make life better

(c) December 8, 2023   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved