Green with Red

It’s hard to be one’s self
When one is wrong….
Self indictment
Self Predicament
Still Strong.
Fruitless;
To grasp innocence
When the bowel is gone
Falling like crabapples
The season is done…
To remember;
Sunday donuts
Ode to naïve ignorance
Gone
Time is essence
Time goes on.
Bells ring
Maybe not loud enough
Green and red
The holiday season bleeds;
Forced materialism,
Forced happiness
Alas, be happy…
And break into your own song