Bob And Miro Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Bob And Miro
One would shorten the homily to go for a cigarette
The other would make the hour-long Mass in forty-five minutes
One would spend his money on the lottery
The other would go sailing to Florida in September
They made me go back to the Church
They made me think I could go to heaven
On a shoestring of sins
I wonder where are they?
Robert beat me to it but I got to say that is a great line, wish I came up with it! . The poem is great, to me it's a reminder of those people who are in our lives for a short time we
Bob is now a monk in Tibet and Miro is retired in a suburb of Miami. He still goes fishing every day, even on Sundays.
Glad you realised the maze you were stuck in. Beautiful poem.
Those that play, say to you nay. But you outsmarted them all. By realizing what they were doing, You ended up owning the tennis ball. Great to see some truth and light, never too late!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A priest's job is to save sinners. I don't know any priests, and I hear heaven is full of dead humans. I hope they're all happy?