poems by Donald James Dolby
Ball of Snow
Christmas is a time of profit, a confidence trick
Played on the conscience of the world.
Spread the goodwill, spread the cash
Give presents more expensive than you will receive
And you can feel good for five minutes at least.

The snowball rolls along
Getting bigger and Ôbetter' as the years go by
Perhaps the giant ball of snow
Can one day perform a service to mankind
And flatten the hypocrisy that damages our mind.

This cannot be the way,
Goodwill for a few days to last the year through
Is not reason enough
To feel good, to feel happy, to feel pleased
We imprison ourselves and there is no release.
Notes :-
High Wycombe, 1988