'Another nail in the coffin'
he says, decently, as with willing
he leaves the old tramp sitting coughing,
leaving again to buy more wine
for that woman he once called (proudly) 'mine'
and now abhors.
Used to adore,
professedly:
but lately, confessionally,
(*father, forgive me, please, my sins
- it was me who drunk way too much gin;
I will change my mind, and change again;
If I might stop, I know not when
or whether it will be too late.
Excuse me.... are you free for a date? *)
'Ten Hail Marys to you my son.
I admire you - your fun has just begun!
Go, go sit on that rancid park bench,
Go, go find yourself another wench,
And then you can be just like me.
You can preach it all.....
But cannot see. '
He may return, or he may not;
he, and He, will soon be forgot
in the greater lessons of humankind.
Number one. - try.. simply.. just be kind
to yourself, to others, to those around....
let out that love, let it abound!
But if love is an incapacity
there is, His Son, no hope for thee.
Tara McH
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-preachess-says/
