Dealing
Old Sin permeates the air
It doesn't go away in despair
To deal with it is a chore
You will want it to go away even more
The longer it is around is the reason
When not dealing with it makes it poison
But Old Sin gets harder you know
When all you want is for it is to go.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017
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