The pill will work the long walk is the key
Be patient now it’s guaranteed
We’ll be there soon and you’ll see
You will be master over this anxiety
Now pick up the pace or we’ll be late
It’s important that you meet your fate
“Bless me Father for I have sinned”
“Don’t worry my son, you won’t do it again”
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/p/poetry-potluck-monday_29.html
Sounds a little ominous–I think…
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Yeah, but he got a pill to help at least.
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well delivered passion.
love it.
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Thanks Jingle.
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Hopeful priest… Thankfully, you see it like a long walk!
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No matter how short that last walk is, You want it to last for miles.
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Just one foot after the other, walking slow, taking your time, just one pill to ease your mind. Leaves some doubt whether this is the thing to do.
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To me, it’s the humane thing to do. Of course I doubt that this is a regular practice.
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Sounds like the sinner’s bought it, pill or no…Heaven waits!!
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Yes indeed. smiles…
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Sometimes its a long and hard road to find our place. Lovely job =)
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Very true.
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