Two Days Before Christmas


Two Days Before Christmas
and the season was dull
My life lacked direction
I had come to a wall

My hopes had been hung
Upon things come to pass
Having gone unfulfilled
All but lost in the past

I arose in the night
After sleep had not come
Reflecting on my life
Which was pleasing to some

Yet to me it still seemed
As if were set to drift
Pushed by any strong current
That would cast it amiss

So new hopes must I form
That all hope is not lost
Life so often a tempest
Into which I am tossed

And to any who also
This Christmas may feel down
I wish will find direction
And your feet on the ground




(c)2001 by Robert H. Harrison