I wrote this many many many many, OK, I am up there in years :)

Holiday

Life it moves
along the streets
with holiday cheer
for our taking.

Spirits are high
as we feel the warmth
of a race
that is forgetting

the tragedy of days
throughout the year
of gaining stature
without remorse

For behind those clouds
we spend our beats
afraid to show concern

but at this time
the clouds disperse
and the hand of love
it lifts us

and for a moment
we show joy
from the unity
of a passion

Lovely poem

"unity of a passion"..a beautiful description, enjoyed.

Thanks Sharris, That poem was inspired when I lived in NYC. It always amazed me how cut throat the daily grind was during the year until the holiday season came around. Then like magic, poof, people were ultra kind, generous, throwing parties and just plain happy. After new years, it was back to the grind. I guess we should just be grateful for that brief magical holiday time. Stu

Hi Deli, I am glad that you enjoyed my poem. I have written quite a few others and I will occasionally post them. I just read your profile and you don't live that far away from me. Hint Hint

I have heard that before about NY, especially. As a child I lived in Mass. There seemed to be a hard demeanor of the people there compared to my raising, my sweet Mom was from Kentucky. She was a treasure among all that then.

In all fairness, over the past 10 years I have noticed a major change in the attitudes of the NYC dwellers. Maybe it was the 9/11 event that changed the overall atmosphere.

I believe it is a general mist spreading.

I just wish the mist turned into a tropical storm

hahaha I hear it's snowing now