My Saviors
I had a pad that was not vinyl clad
sad to say it was bad , would drive you mad
sold it in an ad for just a tad to some young lad
I was a dad, poorly clad, never felt glad
life was a fad, a four year grad, lost what I had
roamed like a nomad, pocket of coins and doodads
a voice was heard, changed my life, a spiritual triad
Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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