11: 11 and on God’s dime <br />I borrow a prayer from my childhood <br />and I ask him to forgive me <br />for every bad thing I’ve ever done. <br />The rain stopped and the sun came out <br />briefly; long enough to wash me of my sins. <br />11: 15 and God left; late for lunch. <br />And me, well I was back to my old habit of drinking before 5; <br />only this time it was with a pint more humility…. <br /> <br />2008 © TS<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pub-of-perdition/
