SECOND WIND By ... Steve Lucky

             SECOND WIND
          By ... Steve Lucky

After twelve hours outside in the cold,
He was tired to the core.
People rushed home with the packages they sold,
But he knew Christmas was so much more
Than anything that could be measured.
As he clocked out in the dark of night
He realized free time was something to be treasured.
It could be lost in a pointless fight.
Walking to his car with what strength he could muster,
A wind from the north gave a cold but gentle touch.
Looking at some stars grouped in a cluster,
A shooting star reminded him he had so very much.
When compared to the joy of Christmas day,
Inconviences from other things fade away.

Copyright 2001, Steve Lucky