The sinner's prayers...

August new poetry number eighteen.

The sinner’s prayer.

(August new poetry eighteen.)

The sinner’s prayer, I do say in the last tavern on a dead-end street in old town.

I drink alone to dead friends killed in war,

and I drink to dear Sheena, a beautiful Scottish gal who stole my heart in 1978.

She taught me, what love was. I learn too late, love was a rare gift.

I drink for Cheryl, loveliness gal in my world and

she wanted love and I wanted nothing once.

I just added to her burden.

I tell the night, The Sinner’s prayer…

“To sin, to gin and to beautiful faces and places missed.

To the sin, I remember.

To the whiskey, I need more now.

To the prettiest ladies, I left and who left me.

Please dark night,

give me more,

I haven’t sin enough,

I need more kisses,

and I miss everything.

Tonight is young,

the whiskey is Irish and

the women are so damn pretty.

Please allow me to do the Devil’s dance,

one more time.

I would appreciate.”

I have learn the hard lessons and

I know sin and whiskey will demand payment.

Us, who steal and borrow from everyone.

We will die alone.

Wishing,

we didn’t live the Sinner’s prayer life.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Choices dearest coyote choices....lets make the right ones....

[Coyote Poetry]

One day, I will my dear Kelly. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Cherrie]

The feeling of emptiness is palatable. A heavy void that cannot be filled.
Powerful writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Cherrie for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.