Pub Of Perdition Poem by Ted Sheridan
Pub Of Perdition
11: 11 and on God’s dime
I borrow a prayer from my childhood
and I ask him to forgive me
for every bad thing I’ve ever done.
The rain stopped and the sun came out
briefly; long enough to wash me of my sins.
11: 15 and God left; late for lunch.
And me, well I was back to my old habit of drinking before 5;
only this time it was with a pint more humility….
2008 © TS
drinking at the pub of lost souls, it is amazing what two hundred and forty seconds can do with your life, damnation verse humility
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/13/2024 4:38:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I don't think you're alone in your humble confession - or in your return to 'business as usual'. I enjoyed this. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥