The simple things, so often not seem,
Can rekindle a sparkle, always innocent and bright,
So silent they are, yet are seen every day,
But today we see, not those with our greed,
The buzz word is busy, yes, from dawn to dusk,
We Hoover each day, like a carpet of chores,
To remind us of change, let us wind the clock back,
When a Christmas brought, a ball or a bat,
This special time, is now lost by expense,
Of what to buy next, with the worry and stress,
An orange and nuts, wow, god was I spoilt,
The magic has gone, like the smells of the roast,
At sixteen here now, how many can say,
Of a sunrise explosion, in a heart stopping breath,
Not many I fear, as they snooze till midday,
Like the magic of Santa, is gone by the way,
Perhaps I am old, and their walk is too fast,
To stop and listen, and appreciate what lasts,
In a world so accelerated, and foot flat down,
These magic memories, are forgotten and drown...

You pull me from the chaos of self into peace..WILL