As a child i did play
As an adult i do stray
I serve like a slave
But a king does the same
The satisfaction of my ego
I do crave.
The holy ones of Vatican,
If like me,
no shame.
Step by step
I walk to my grave,
Every living shall,
Whole or lame.
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The holy ones of Vatican Thanks for sharing this with us. Sylva-Onyema Uba