A poem all about the lost time in-between spending time with family on xmas day and friends on new years eve. Family and friends time is precious it does not matter if you have a faith or not any old excuse will do to see family and friends. But there can be periods when time seems to drag until the next meet up. These can be very empty hours/days/weeks.

Empty box of empty hours.

Here we are among the empty hours,
There the box sits empty back on its shelf,
The empty hours full of failed promise,
From the box of xmas pretties,
These promises came.

Here we are among the empty hours,
The empty box of promises,
 Back on its shelf,
Family been and gone,
 Empty hours lay ahead,
The empty hours of loneliness,
The empty box waiting for refill,
Sparkly baubles still on the tree.

Goggle box empty of entertainment,
Empty days between, 
Empty of meaning,
Until empty bauble box refilled,
And banished up to the loft.  

  
©30th dec 2022 rogleach