His Prayer Poem by Lamar Cole

His Prayer



He crossed a bridge on a day so pretty.
He was all alone and that was a pity.
There were pretty trees and pretty flowers.
He would give his life to be with her this hour.
God must have heard his prayer.
He turned around and she was there.

Sunday, March 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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