March 2018
I'm almost 70 and still working because I lived a reckless life beginning in the Sixties. I've lived all over the USA and done everything from stand-up and radio to factory work. I have a lovely sixteen year old daughter who I try to help along the way with my second ex who lives close by. My poetry has appeared online and in print.
Prayer
Really? Still? After
Countless centuries
On our knees, heads
Bowed, beseeching
The black abyss for
Salvation. Seriously?
Or holding hands
Before a meal,
Muttering thanks
To the table cloth.
What? It’s like
Believing the earth
Is flat, aliens built
the pyramids or Big
Foot roams the woods.
Honestly? Why’re
We still so damned
Afraid of the dark?
© 2018 Paul Lojeski
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