Such a lonely job
With a short description
A round sad face
In a Rockwell exhibition
With tears at the computer
And no real sign of life
In his eyes
Just trying to make the call
Get by
With a new promotion or design
Thinking now of how to resign
With dignity and praise
For these are his final days
Reasonable Christmas
With a happy start
With minds open
To the lines read from the sky
Happy friends and family
In great consultation
Avoiding politics
Or resignation
For a meager celebration
Hands together
For its a reasonable Christmas
Given the weather
Rowing on the frozen shores
I salute the moving rebellion
Steadfast in moving fast
Making decisions
For now and the future
The rebellion lives on
With or without you
I keep my brow low
As the ore slaps the water
And thrust the team onward
Into the morning fog
