A Little Long Twilight Song Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Little Long Twilight Song
I parked my humble vehicle beside the Trinity Lutheran Church at Long Beach.
And waited for my singsong beloved's day struggle's over to pick her up home.
Yes, I have a home though it's a rented house.
I poured some water into the Radiator.
Vehicles too thirsty nowadays like human beings.
Pastor Vicente Minerva Negron started evening services of the new hope of Cambodian.
Suddenly my mind traveled to Cambodia and caught the deceased mass killer Polpot's distorted face.
I prayed to the human God Jesus Christ.
Comrade Jesus!
Mr.Judas still roams elsewhere with his patchy blue jeans.
And I carry my heavy cross.
Please let my path be cleared till I take my last breath comfortably.
My poor nickel went down the till and made a big noise.
Some worshipers gazed at me and I was bit embarrassed.
A tear filled in my cataract eye secretly
And the faraway eventide bright planet Hesperus smiled amiably.
In tune with life and all of its hardships. You tell touching and vivid stories. Blessings to you. As always, Sandra
Two mites from want, of the poor widow was more renown, than great gifts of gold from abundance.
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4/26/2024 4:44:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You reveal much in this candid tale of a day in your life, Nimal. There are special little touches that lift the work from the ordinary to the extraordinary. I found the following particularly moving: 'My poor nickel went down the till and made a big noise. Some worshipers gazed at me and I was bit embarrassed.' You may experience poverty in your life, Nimal, but there is nothing poor about your poetry. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥