Scrooge (A Poem)
By Steve West
@zebra2222 (5268)
United States
December 3, 2015 7:06pm CST
His heart was made of stone.
His skin was wrinkly and dry.
He didn't give to charity.
The homeless, he despised.
He was a cruel man.
Wealth filled his vile soul.
Money made him happy.
The poor, he wished disposed.
At would take many years,
Before Scrooge saw the light.
Thank heavens he got the spirit
From that fateful Christmas night.
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@Missmwngi (12915)
• Nairobi, Kenya
4 Dec 15
Nice one,sounds like a real situation because there are people like that
@Missmwngi (12915)
• Nairobi, Kenya
4 Dec 15
@Juliothemadpoet But the good thing is when they change,atleast something positive at the end
@Juliothemadpoet (90)
• Bangalore, India
4 Dec 15
@Missmwngi yeah, but it's easier to cut a three than to put it right when it grows to the side.
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@Juliothemadpoet (90)
• Bangalore, India
4 Dec 15
Really nice. With the Christmas spirit already in it.
I must say, as a poet, this is very creative.
