Christmas poetry competition 2023

Magical winter nights

As I lay next to my wandering cab, I’m thinking if someone would ever care, Care about how I’ve been jabbed and stabbed, Stabbed by everything, all so bare. I look out over the city of Petersburg, I see the people everywhere I think about how if I were an iceberg, Melting and sinking, oh how it be so rare. I look over at my trusty old mare, I’m a man of many words, And I wonder what I may get for my next fare, As I listen to all the birds,