Frank Greenberg

(Tucson, Arizona, USA)

My Miracles - Poem by Frank Greenberg

I don't believe in miracles,
Except, deep in my heart,
And deep down there, is where,
I know I get my share.
But sometimes, when I'm mad,
I pray for something bad,
And then, I quickly add, to all my pleas,
Oh please, don't waste my miracles, on these.
Don't waste my miracles
On little things, like these.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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