Her heart breaks at this time of year
For her she finds it hard for christmas cheer
But try she does for happiness to bring
All she wants is to do the right thing
He has spent a fortune on gifts
But he is still feeling bereft
Something’s missing from his life
Something he has been trying to find?
Money is tight across the earth
For those that celebrate a miraculous birth
But the day is lost on many
It’s meaning and message missing in plenty
The day though to some is something else
The winter solstice is what is felt
A stolen day from religion young
Another meaning lost from time begun
Thinking of those cold and alone
Old people with no-one at home
Those on the streets with nowhere to go
Others with not a penny to blow
But most though try to do the right thing
To make others happy with messages they sing
In their hearts they carry this true
For those they love, including me and you
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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