This morning we sit in our Family room by our tree heavy With thirty-nine years of memories We decorated on Friday,Yes, that FridayThe only day and only timeWe could get together,Go to the nearest lotBecause we couldn’t pull off A trip to the tree farmTo cut a “real” one,We watch the newsResift the detailsThe impossibleSo simply repeatedAnd it appears that We will keep talking, posturingAnd arguingBut actually doing little,If nothing,To see that it doesn’t Happen again
Happen again
Happen again
Happen again
This morning we sit in our Family room by our tree heavy With thirty-nine years of memories We decorated on Friday,Yes, that FridayThe only day and only timeWe could get together,Go to the nearest lotBecause we couldn’t pull off A trip to the tree farmTo cut a “real” one,We watch the newsResift the detailsThe impossibleSo simply repeatedAnd it appears that We will keep talking, posturingAnd arguingBut actually doing little,If nothing,To see that it doesn’t Happen again