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