- © 2008 Canadian Medical Association
It is time. I have levied love enough
I have showed it to them, wrapped in a bow.
It is Christmas, and it is time
for me to stop doctoring the books.
I am a mere recorder, a cheerleader for time,
watching men and women work
with what they are given, mostly chasing grief.
I am the Santa Claus of regurgitant hearts,
of watching the driven snow pelt on a white Christmas Eve.
I make the most, but tonight I refuse to make too much.
Wrap up the end of the day in a bow for me,
no longer a crutch to limping souls, but to my own.
For I will give it away soon enough,
as a heartfelt pawn.