Sunday’s Poetry Post

Memorial

 

Every year

You’ll hear

Yuletide cheer

That’ll disappear.

 

Season’s Greetings,

Holiday best.

Goodwill wishes,

Peaceful rest.

 

Words fade

When spoken.

Promises made

Soon broken.

 

Don’t break

Love’s ideal.

Always make

Christmas real.

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About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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