My Place For Solace And God's Grace Poem by John Sensele

Twenty nineteen-five days gone
It's the dawn of a brand new lawn
Despite pound penury, I don't feel alone

As I displace the face of despair
With the certainty of the care
God showers on my Friday fare

When I make up my mind never to look back
On ups and downs I notice in the stack
Twenty eighteen pushed into the pack

Sneaked into my life to link
Access to success to a slink
I thought caught up in a wicked wink

I dismissed with contempt
As I braced for an attempt
To deny the Devil a chance to tempt

My roving eyes
Sometimes caught up in sties
Mixed in a plethora of pesky pies

I stoutly resist to taste
In slow motion or in a haste
Cos such a paste, a waste

I can't afford
In my hut or on the ford
I climb aboard

Insanity
Vanity
Inanity

As I rest my case
Reconfirming my place
For solace and God's grace.