Christmas at the Alms-House
You wouldn't have expected it,
but there was actual Christmas there,
among the paupers, bag ladies and alcoholics,
drug addicts and bums and invalids,
all having had their fill of simple but delicious food
and entertained by the best music in the world –
a classical old restaurant trio with a piano, violin and a guitar,
old pensioners performing, singing and enjoying,
not with very well-tuned instruments, not very accurately,
but in perfect mood for sentimental melodies
of that undying kind which will remain in timelessness
and never will be tired of, like "Isn't it romantic",
"Fascination", "Three coins in the fountain";
well, it couldn't have been better.
There were even some old couples dancing,
most of these pathetic guests were stuffed
with over-eating and completely lost and worn out,
but they all most thoroughly enjoyed it.
Christmas was here found at last,
in the middle of the slums among the poor and outcast,
no pretensions, no hypocrisy, no luxury, no artifice,
just life at its most human,
and what could possibly be better ever?
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-24 at 21:11
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