Monday morning and another Christmas has slid past with children’s smiles a mile wide at times underneath parents warm gazes and amidst phrases said a million times before. Dishes filled with tasty treats, and lots of meats that somehow vanished amid holiday traditions and numerous renditions of comments and songs so carefully and lovingly shared for a moment in time most of the world stopped and cared about the neighbor down the street and smiled as we went out and came to meet those whom we pass regularly without but without recognitions being passed. Christmas, while I dislike you most happily I am that you are past while wishing the feelings would remain throughout the years.
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality. Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems. View all posts by Gordon