Little brd at sunsetIts Christmas time in the city, as the old song goes, and something about shoppers rushing home with their treasures, oh the retailers, all a flutter with anticipatory excitement. All a glow with Christmas green, green, green, or at least the heads or retail are all a glow. The elves and peasant’s faces are a glow, bright red from the stress of trying to keep the farce alive. Of course, this delirium, to a degree has been going on for decades. The difference being that in today’s world, we can also add to the treasures, a cell phone in one ear music in the other lost in our own world of singularity, and seeing no one.

I have learned to simply stand still as see some harried figure approaching me on the side walk head and shoulders bent, dialing frantically another number on the traveling miracle called “The Cell” I simply pull the basketball or football move. I am occupying this space, and if you hit me then foul, you’re out. So far, not one has taken the challenge and committed a head-on collision. Their internal GPS seems to go off at the last minute and they manager to maneuver around me, still dialing and smiling and talking to the air. I expect someday there will be the inevitable splat on the side walk. As headphone telephone, sorry I mean “The Cell goes flying”

 

And so the rush and crush an curse of today’s world will no doubt not be changed by my words. And a child’s vision of Christmas I’ll never see again. Frank Capra’s George Bailey’s message has been lost to the swirling snows of a another time and place.

 

gas lamp postLAMP POST

Old man beneath a lamp post stood

ragged collar turned against the wind

yesterday’s news tucked between feet and snow

at least the news now served some good

people by the old man passed

too in a hurry to notice him

so much to do so little time

for Christmas Eve had come at last

but still the old man stood and waited

frayed hat across his eyes

as soft snow began to fall

but still no one stopped to see at all

at the old man’s feet a metal cup

waiting for a kindness coin

a soul might notice the old tin cup

So at last the man might sup

but still the hours slowly passed

and did the hurried feet of strangers

but no one yet had paid him notice

until a a small boy stopped at last

and to the old man he did say

into your cup I have no pay

but would you like my chocolate hot

to warm you here as you must stay

at that the old man lifted gaze

pulling hat back from his face

and to the boy did show true self

revealing wounds in hands and feet

and to the boy he did speak

tonight my son God saw your act

in kindness to one you did not know

not thinking heaven’s gate you seek

and you and I will meet again

in a blink of times quick eye

for it was you who saw me wait

here by the lamp post and the gate

© 2012 – 2013, Dan Sanders. All rights reserved.

Dan Sanders (34 Posts)

I made it through college, started at Pace in New York, family seemed to think I needed a business degree. I didn't last long, two double periods of accounting a week and I was off to N.Y. U. To make a long story short ( too late for that) I graduated from UCLA and actually, my biggest kick out of that is just saying, especially here on the east coast UCLA, but I could care less, been in Boston since 1975, though I was coming for a year or so. A very good friend at the time, she said to me "Dan you'll never leave Boston" so dear Florida “Sun Spot Baby" you're down there, been in and out of radio, TV, acting and that's me in a nut shell.



Little brd at sunsetIts Christmas time in the city, as the old song goes, and something about shoppers rushing home with their treasures, oh the retailers, all a flutter with anticipatory excitement. All a glow with Christmas green, green, green, or at least the heads or retail are all a glow. The elves and peasant’s faces are a glow, bright red from the stress of trying to keep the farce alive. Of course, this delirium, to a degree has been going on for decades. The difference being that in today’s world, we can also add to the treasures, a cell phone in one ear music in the other lost in our own world of singularity, and seeing no one.

I have learned to simply stand still as see some harried figure approaching me on the side walk head and shoulders bent, dialing frantically another number on the traveling miracle called “The Cell” I simply pull the basketball or football move. I am occupying this space, and if you hit me then foul, you’re out. So far, not one has taken the challenge and committed a head-on collision. Their internal GPS seems to go off at the last minute and they manager to maneuver around me, still dialing and smiling and talking to the air. I expect someday there will be the inevitable splat on the side walk. As headphone telephone, sorry I mean “The Cell goes flying”

 

And so the rush and crush an curse of today’s world will no doubt not be changed by my words. And a child’s vision of Christmas I’ll never see again. Frank Capra’s George Bailey’s message has been lost to the swirling snows of a another time and place.

 

gas lamp postLAMP POST

Old man beneath a lamp post stood

ragged collar turned against the wind

yesterday’s news tucked between feet and snow

at least the news now served some good

people by the old man passed

too in a hurry to notice him

so much to do so little time

for Christmas Eve had come at last

but still the old man stood and waited

frayed hat across his eyes

as soft snow began to fall

but still no one stopped to see at all

at the old man’s feet a metal cup

waiting for a kindness coin

a soul might notice the old tin cup

So at last the man might sup

but still the hours slowly passed

and did the hurried feet of strangers

but no one yet had paid him notice

until a a small boy stopped at last

and to the old man he did say

into your cup I have no pay

but would you like my chocolate hot

to warm you here as you must stay

at that the old man lifted gaze

pulling hat back from his face

and to the boy did show true self

revealing wounds in hands and feet

and to the boy he did speak

tonight my son God saw your act

in kindness to one you did not know

not thinking heaven’s gate you seek

and you and I will meet again

in a blink of times quick eye

for it was you who saw me wait

here by the lamp post and the gate

© 2012 – 2013, Dan Sanders. All rights reserved.

Dan Sanders (34 Posts)

I made it through college, started at Pace in New York, family seemed to think I needed a business degree. I didn't last long, two double periods of accounting a week and I was off to N.Y. U. To make a long story short ( too late for that) I graduated from UCLA and actually, my biggest kick out of that is just saying, especially here on the east coast UCLA, but I could care less, been in Boston since 1975, though I was coming for a year or so. A very good friend at the time, she said to me "Dan you'll never leave Boston" so dear Florida “Sun Spot Baby" you're down there, been in and out of radio, TV, acting and that's me in a nut shell.


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