Last year I kissed you,looking out over the city. 

You were radiant 

I remember your lips…

They tasted like champagne 

I know all of the holidays 

Line the tiles at your feet 

Marked off 

Rearranged 

Like the daylight where you sleep 

And 

You still have to stand in line 

Waiting for coffee 

But the  clerk keeps commenting 

The media keeps pushing 

The unrest 

“We shouldn’t be working the holidays.” 

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(120,000)

(75,000)

It’s how many pulses you will feel

Give or take 

Inside a year

All of these holidays 

You’ll fix us 

You’ll work them 

Rearrange them 

And your children will do just fine 

while the  rest of us 

Tweet

And repeat 

The process 

We will meet you 

Without a thought 

Taking for granted 

what you give 

————

Thank you  

————

I will kiss you 

Overlooking every city 

I will meet you 

Inside any hour 

I will mark those moments 

As holidays 

-regardingsamuel.com