In ancient times was born a day, for festival and joyful feast

Where all would gather eagerly, to pour the wine and roast the beast

And at first these new days, gave the people needed rest

Gave them pause from toil and worry, made them feel that they were blessed


But over years and under Eons, new days contrived were added on

Days to worship fellow men, or worship season, moon and sun

And soon this list of special days, got beyond all real control

And came to be under compulsion, and so began to take their toll


And man forgot the origins, the purpose and the why

And so embroiled with heavy hearts, with cost and groan and sigh

A day for Christ, born and dead, on a day he did not choose

To self-indulge with merriment, and Christianity re-use


But soon became the bearded saint, and jolly man of snow

Or chocolate feast and bunny hop, and mystic mistletoe

A day for thanks, a day for dads, a day for Saints and ghouls

And one for lovers and for mothers, and even one for fools


Remembering bloody victory, or the start of a new year

A day to gorge and one to fast, for fireworks and fear

And a day for every one of us, so we are worshipped too

To make us feel loved just once a year, cause once will have to do


In the name of peace, and the name of fun, we proudly celebrate

And revel till we're fed and fat, and in a sorry drunken state

Ensuring none are overlooked, in our calendar display

Where, not just people, but even demons, have a special day


And then the days become the law, and choice is left undone

Compelled to celebrate each time, or risk us being shunned

For who can deny a chocolate egg, for child or lover sweet?

Or deny a mother's floral gift, or children's spooky treat?


Who would dare to question these, and stop from living lies?

Who will defy these decrees, and in the face of pressure fly?

For we comply, against our will, while we incur the debt

Though the birthday boy be a loathsome lad, for one day he is the best


And children challenge strangers, for sugar under threat

And mum is glorified one day, then daily we forget

For if we are forced to love one day, when and how and who

How less likely all year round, do we tell them “I love you”?


Yet among these obligation days, one was left behind

A day given long ago, but one to which we're blind

Remember that day of rest that was, when families were one

And the world would stop and contemplate, and gather in the sun


No more days like that for us, this world has gone beyond

Past truth and love, and God above, to whom we once belonged


And so, I choose to have a day, where no-one is adored

Where no purchase is required, one which we can afford

Where the corporates do not dictate, and sell plastic love to us

And the measure of our affection, is not how much it cost


And give no name, nor choose a date, but fellowship hold dear

And warmly tend to love and friend, on all days of the year

Submitted: November 04, 2021

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