Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
INNOCENTS
The lingering sound of festive music
still plays in my head as when I was young.
Now it seems to be far away,
a murmur of my youth.
The distanced chime of happiness
which I can not capture in my aging mind
That special morning I waited upon without sleep,
now arrives
without the slightest inclining that it is here
No Bells, no horns,
no thought of a red cladded bearded fat man
seem to appear