An Itty Bitty Christmas Ditty

We rock, we roll.
We turn upside down.
Our lives are like,
A merry go round.

We love, we cry.
We laugh, we die.
Is anyone different,
To you or I?

Friends we make,
And over time,
They come, they go,
They help or deny.

With Christmas near;
Our souls renew.
We help, we deny,
To ourselves be true.

Our worlds are apart, 
And also as one.
The best we can do, 
Is to have some fun!

The Ocean

I wandered the streets,
Cold, grey and lonely.
A city of pavements,
Crowds stepped them daily,
Past tall soulless buildings
Entombed in a plight.
No light in this city,
Only shadows in flight.

I thought as I wandered,
Of sun, sand, rock pools.
The laughter of children.
Sandcastles, seaweed jewels.
How a bed full of seashells,
Blooming love, smelling pure,
Tickles our senses,
As we walk the sea shore.

I walked up a hill.
I looked down far below.

Over the bar, a high tide.
Waves clear, bluey green.
I heard a child giggle.
I ran towards the sound.
My hair in the sea breeze
Til my toes touched the sand.

I looked over my shoulder
To the place I had been.
It was cold, grey and lonely,
Shadows still seen.
A shudder went through me.
I turned back around.
I took a step forward.
I smiled at a sound.

Waves crash the rocks.
I strolled into the sea.
Remembrance of salt water
And times I was free.
Happiness returned
As I studied the swell.
No more cold, no more grey.

My loneliness quelled.