A CHANCE TO CHANGE


   An English setting, a time of old, a man 
  With a heart so cold,

  Snow falling from the sky, as the not so 
  Fortunate await Christmas.

  Friendly he is not, forgotten has he the 
  Meaning of love in his day,

  Alone he sits, alone he values the riches 
  Within his pockets.

   To a home this man enters each night, and 
  Dines quite silently,

  What he will learn soon is sad but true, 
  Precious, wasted time.

  Visited to him on this Christmas Eve will be 
  Ghosts of three,

  The past, present, and future, haunts a man 
  Such as he.

  Through the night, travels a burdened soul 
  With a truth,

  Where he has come from, to now that which 
  He has become.

  Sees does this old, bitter man, his yesterday, 
  Today, and tomorrow,

  A chance to change, is a most priceless gift 
  Of all, forgive us all.

  Time wasted, but lessons accompanied with 
  Tears of regret,

  A story told, about a man who with open eyes, 
  Was blinded.

  Given to him by ghosts of three, the gift of a 
  Chance to change,

   Old man from the past, you now walk with a 
  Different heart.

                               Keith Garrett