August 20, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Sin, sin, sin In prayer I lead the most men on the folly Of being in the good books of the Lord Without so much as a question Why, But it all Thinks of itself As timeless and not Available to work for Me. I too Need a friend sometimes Why not I to go to the Kingdom Of Heaven, if not then why You? Copyright B E Saunders 2016 AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 