Daily Archives: 12/12/2007

The birth of wonder. 1

As I grow older I get surer Man’s heart is colder, His life no purer. As I grow steadily More austere I come less readily To Christmas each year. I can’t keep taking Without a thought Forced merrymaking And presents bought In crowds jostling. Alas, there’s naught In empty wassailing Where oblivion’s sought. Oh, I’d […]