Marilyn Shepperson - Scrooge

Dragon like he sat, among his piles of gold
While a single candle gave
The only flickering light
Yet in the ash filled grate
No fire to give warmth
Though outside the bitter wind
Blew through any hole
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
And ice on top of it
He had to have a clerk
But made the man's life a misery
Paying him only a begruged pittance
That kept the man and his family
On the poverty stricken line
He chased away the carol singers
His nephew too, when he came to call
He kept his poor clerk working hard
Till the clock struck seven that Christmas Eve
As he walked back to his lonely house
He thought he saw a death coach
Ghostly white, trot past him
The driver toffed his hat
And wished him the compliments of the Season
He thought he saw his doorknocker change
Into the face of his dead partner
Who hollowly called his name
He sat down to his lonely supper
When suddenly all the bells did ring
He cried out, ' Humbug; I don't believe it'
But then the ghost of Marley came

Marilyn Shepperson

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