I've lived a life of virtue
to make an Angel blush with shame.
And my many deeds of sacrifice
have brought honor to my name.
Though as humble as a church mouse
and always deep in prayer.
I've been asking God if it wouldn't hurt
to give me just a bigger share.
Now I don't have much to show
for a life given to pious thought.
Unless you count a gift from God
which is an empty parking spot.
Because no matter what the time of day,
someone's always on the go.
And I'm swiftly there to take the space
no matter how the traffic flows.
Some people are blessed with a dozen kids
and others have great fame
While some may count their lucky stars
their health will stay the same.
But as for me... I should be pleased
with the little that I've got
Because no matter what the traffic mess...
I get my parking spot.
Copyright © David McHattie | Year Posted 2019
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