Not a Sinner Or a Saint
My halo has small crack that no one else can see...
Its my little secret that stays below and never shall fly free...
I hold a door and tip my hat ,but an angel that's not me...
If I pull out a chair or give up my seat its what I want to be...
Saints and sinners I sit between like a branch in a tree...
I'll do best and not to shake the fruit or take a bite from Eve...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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