One step forward,
Three steps back,
Why does Life ~
Stab me in the back?
Why does it not happen?
Why just to me?
Cannot Life go forward
When I want it to be?
Hourly and Daily,
I pray to HIM,
To give me Good Fortune,
To lead me from Sin.
But Fate lends its hand,
In my Present and Past,
Surely, this bad luck
Is not meant to last?
Time is running out,
For my stay in this Flat,
I’ll knock on HIS door,
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 10 March 2006
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