The roads are unusually silent <br />Like a tuneless music room <br />I felt so deaf to listen to nothing <br />Aimlessly I am drifted to no where <br /> <br />Outside, the unused road gathered dust <br />Settled thick like enthusiastic migrants <br />Anywhere from the treacherous trip <br />And it’s good for the road because <br /> <br />While its thickness accumulate <br />To my pocket is a kind of different <br />There are only few stories to tell <br />When Christmas leaves the air <br /> <br />Yesterday’s celebration was quite fine <br />Firecrackers and carols are here and there <br />Those hungry and inconvenient sounds <br />Partly emptied my pity and echoing pockets <br /> <br />Foods are scattered everywhere <br />As if there are no mouths to fed tomorrow <br />But it is Christmas, and as they say <br />It is good to give <br /> <br />In the morning, I woke up tired <br />I crawled unhealthy but high in spirits <br />Last night’s crystal glass is so tempting <br />I just can’t evade the sparkles of this treacherous liquid <br /> <br />Good! the fridge, is not completely empty <br />There are still recipients of electricity… bottled water <br />I lazily turned my head...and see <br />The table occupied with stink leftovers <br /> <br />The floors are marked with the muddy footstep <br />Meaning… a later tons of sweat <br />Still groggy…I head towards the gate <br />I “looked up” and see the soil…lush <br /> <br />I “looked down” the sky it’s blue, miisalignment <br />Wow upside down..and with the scorching heat <br />The wine’s angry spirit sadly left <br />Yes. Yesterday was Christmas <br /> <br />In a little more time..i got to go and work <br />To recover what was lost in the celebration <br />One day millionaire…three months laborer…… <br />Merry Christmas<br /><br />Ayi Escalona<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-day-after/
