Trading Places Poem by Louis Borgo

I feel i have the tradition,
as a sponsa,
and as a man to say of speaking to woman of adultory,
without casting a shadow becoming one there is no word for one man.

to explain for broken tears and of fear a tone,
and telling myself im sorry for everything but it is not for my self,
i speak.

still walking and pacing not admit means of falut, as hanging slayed, forgive what the bible say in with in sinned,
imagined, signed, and stiff.

skill i replenty and shape my dirtection of question sin not for sinner,
sin for the sinner.

wake a team not different from a dream,
suffering is worth god mention and is the name i speak,
trading places.

Is THAT WHAT IT IS......