I came awake
And the Devil called.
He motioned come hither,
With a long bony finger.
I rolled out of bed,
And I walked away.
I stopped at McDonalds,
For a morning brew,
And the Devil called.
Over breakfast,
As good mornings flowed,
As I pumped gas,
As I stopped,
At the school crossing.
The Devil called,
And I heard him.
I have lusted in my heart,
When the Devil called,
And I am weak.
And he motions,
Come hither.
With
A long bony finger.
But strength returned
From the blue.
And I walked away
And the Devil called.
5/20/14 Alton Texas.
Hello poet Juan. Thanks for your recent review. I enjoyed this very wise and perceptual poem. Loyd
Hmm...yes it sometimes takes incredible strength to walk the path of good and not be mislead by that oh so ttempting little red devil! Kudos to you for staying strong and penning a great poem!
That pesky temptation, always lurking about......hard to walk away, but better, for the wicked price to pay, usually compounded daily! Thanks for the steer-clear advice. Well done, even the devil would be pleased. PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a perceptual write..You delivered wisdom in steer clear way.... The devil calls-That title tempts the reader too.......kudos!