Visiting Hours Poem by david gerardino

Visiting Hours



i never saw the halo
underneath all that stink.
i never pictured this man
to save a life with out first
taking a drink.
i never figured a hero would
emerg from such a place.
yet underneath those dirty
clouths,comes a king.

i never saw the halo
underneath all that stink,
until he was saved.

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