Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Short Lived

I came as an invited guest

Into the home of folks who were

In a celebratory quest.

I was front and center for sure.

By the front window I did sit,

Adorned in light and bulb and strand.

I certainly did glow when lit.

Thirst quenched from water in my stand.

But then there came the time that I

No longer was a welcome one.

Stripped bare, my needles I did cry.

My usefulness for them was done.

So many others like me be,

This year's discarded Christmas tree.