Corona Christmas

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Corona Christmas

 

When I was young and brave

I dreamed of being a troubadour

A writer of dreams

A man of letters

A poet and master creator

A man of substance and means

 

I rode that dream to faraway lands

Where art and artists reigned

Where everything was novel

Where everyone had character

Where no one had plans

Beyond tomorrow

 

I remember Christmas

Far from my home

No family no friends

On Christmas alone

 

The dream slowly faded

Like the end of a story

I grabbed my moment

and then it was gone

I awakened surrounded

by family and friends

But I wonder at times

When did the dream end?

 

I remember Christmas

So far from my home

No friends no family

On Christmas alone

 

Now I’m back in a dream

Locked down in my home

No family no friends

On Christmas alone

 

(NYC circa 1975)