Humans like to take a thing
That brings some happiness
And beat it, till it’s nearly dead
A vile, distorted mess
That bears some vague resemblance to
The thing it was before:
A thing, maybe, that we once loved
But can’t stand anymore
Humans like to take a thing
That brings some happiness
And beat it, till it’s nearly dead
A vile, distorted mess
That bears some vague resemblance to
The thing it was before:
A thing, maybe, that we once loved
But can’t stand anymore
Very wisely put
I sometimes wish you would write more stanzas and embellish the message.
This guy has a harsh but truthful take on it:
https://derengowski.wordpress.com/2014/12/25/christmas-is-not-about-jesus/