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