Christmas 2017 I The rich are getting richer for Christmas this year Getting what they want forgetting the season We the poor getting poorer are haunted by fear Not merry not very but with good reason I would like it to get better at the end of A year to forget regretting what has been But do not regret not forgetting how to love Now in December remembering again At the beginning of the future and very Much looking forward to not looking back when I can look into the book of January Not merry now open to be hopeful then If I meet you and greet you but I might not say The right thing the thing is I love you anyway II You might remember when I said The news is so stupid it hurts my head In a poem you might have read As crazy outside of my head as in I said it was but then again Crazier now than it has ever been It literally makes me sick Sicker with every political trick When tricks are all we ever get Shenanigans are all we ever see Quickening the flickering TV But this is how it is when this is it Having nothing but nothing then Left to lose having nothing to regret Nothing to do with this madness But feel this fear and deal with this sadness Hoping someday I might forget When the New Year comes if it ever does For what will be and not what was Let it be better than the old because What will be what was is not free And it got too crazy even for me III An archeological layer of dust On those boxes I have not opened yet Illogically what logic says I must Remember but I would rather forget Over there under the dust where what mattered Was gathered when reality shattered And the shards were scattered between then and now Friends who remembered sent these pieces of My life left behind to remind me of love Paradoxes packed up in boxes when Something told someone not to throw them away Despite my curiosity they may Be harder to open than I thought somehow I might surprise myself but not today Until then let me be illogical me In the role of a lifetime having been I forgot a lot but I remember how Hollywood endings are supposed to be Transcending at the end illogically But ending up transcending anyway IV Maybe the light at the end Of the tunnel is not That oncoming train I thought Maybe I may transcend After all at the end of It always being love Maybe I may be alright Surviving through the night Seeing this arriving light Maybe surviving too Survivors know what to do Maybe we both came true Maybe I survived to see The light arrive for me To be instead of not to Maybe this may be how It all turns out right somehow The light returning now Maybe God whatever he Or she or it may be What I thought forgot did not Maybe I forgot what Transcending at the end we Remember now maybe Steven Curtis Lance