Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.214

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

She goes to church on Sunday,
Loudly she praises His name
She remembers what was said by Monday
Still reeling from the same
Tuesday comes and she’s in bed,
She struggles to recall
What is was the father said, 
Or did he speak at all?
So now that it’s Wednesday, 
She’s up to her old tricks again,
Falling off the wagon you’d say,
Not knowing where to begin
What do you think went on
As Thursday came to an end?
She tried to recollect but it was all gone
Except the memories of a friend
Friday came and went as well,
Fighting back the tears
After all she’s felt like hell,
For many, many years
With Saturday now sleep in her eyes,
And Sunday on the way
She looks for God in the skies,
Will she listen to what He has to say?
Then she walks through the door,
She feels the presence of her new friend
She’s all excited by what’s in-store,
So another week can begin
Monday comes with lots of rain and clouds are all around,
She tries to sleep with the pain, she dreams without a sound
This is a work in progress, as she steps onto the floor
What’s she trying to suppress, when she stops at the liquor store?

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required