Crying up to heavens door,
Naked cold and bare,
For someone there, some love to share,
I cry in desperation bold and sore,
Who laid me on this scale of life?
At first, when no one first there is,
Then, constantly make death such strife,
Knowing soon, the dirt I’ll kiss,
Make matters worse, gave me a mind,
Then a sinner you’d me call,
Struggle on and on, some peace to find,
That really takes some gall,
What’s the idea, might not one ask,
The exercise of such a drill,
To place on me to such wanton task,
Does it some higher ego fill?
Who asks me? Is it a tease?
Whose slave am I, and why?
She’ll sinfully me please,
No, I’d say and lie?
Would a question such as this,
Would to ask, you find unfair?
You knew, that Adam Eve would kiss,
Such pleasant sin, you’d make me heir,©
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Regis
I always enjoy your writes!
With respect to a true heart and wonder Poet,
Carol Phelan Aebby
matched by apt expression
this, Jasmin, i like very much
john
The Adam and Eve story is one way the church keeps the masses in line.
Ron
At first, when no one first there is,
Then, constantly make death such strife,
Knowing soon, the dirt I’ll kiss
I think a question most of us ponder, our entire lives.
Stay well Jasmin my friend.