Preacher Poem by Louis Borgo

When I was younger sitting on the front roll of church,

Was like a call of duty sometime we went to church,

Three times on a Sunday and till today some people,

Think my mom is minister,

I with to both white and black church,

The bible said to fellowship with saint often,

When my grandpa was alive we would do food minister,

This Thanksgiving I bought turkeys for the church,

This day and age it is hard to tell who is a Christian,

I thought about becoming a PRIEST but know a day,

Young people probably don't believe in church,

But for some reason some people testify to me as if,

I am one,

And I just listen and write poetry,

They say that god speak Lyrically.