Michael J. Falotico Poet I do not know?

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...

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Sharon Ruebel January 14, 2011 at 10:59 AM Hello Michael, I love your work! This is so moving and just so well done. Thank you for this, into my favorites it goes! As Always, Shar

Fabiyas M V January 12, 2011 at 9:52 AM Very sweet indeed.You have nicely penned it, my friend

Sara Kendrick January 11, 2011 at 5:05 PM Good one..We are all groaning on the inside with the war that we fight to do what is right..Sara

Elizabeth Bark January 11, 2011 at 6:12 AM very nice and very sad...resist the temptation lol...seems like i havent been as connected as well as i used to be...anyways...hope your holidays were good...with lve always...Lizzy.b...<33

Harry Horsman January 10, 2011 at 11:47 PM This is wonderful Michael, Harry

Wilma Neels January 10, 2011 at 6:31 PM I think my halo is cracked too.. We still love you Mr. F with or without your halo ;) last day of my holiday and I can't sleep it's already 4h30 in the morning over here ;( love Wilma

M.I.A . January 10, 2011 at 6:01 PM Lovely! I liked that part about the crack on your halo :D

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 10, 2011 at 5:58 PM Inspirational thoughts my White Knight and that title fits most all of us who will read this lovely adventure u have penned... a beautiful creative flow to this one my W.K. of P.S. from your J.G. ready with her shovel...again...luv..

Audrey Haick January 10, 2011 at 5:15 PM You're funny! Whether you're a sinner or a saint, you're still my friend..and all of us have some of both in us so you're not alone, dear Michael. Love, Audrey

Andrew Crisci January 10, 2011 at 5:04 PM It's a lovely poem, Michael. You are the perfect gentleman! Happy New Year to you. May all your wishes come true. Peace and Love, Andrew.

Andrea Dietrich January 10, 2011 at 4:54 PM haha, that last line was funny. This is a really fun read, Michael. So you are neither one, huh? Luv, Andrea

Carolyn Devonshire January 10, 2011 at 4:32 PM Cute one, Michael. I suspect you have more saint than sinner in you. LOL Love, Carolyn

Poet Destroyer A January 10, 2011 at 3:58 PM Hello, Michael.. seems like its been a long time.. what an awesome write, can you imagine the fillings in the crown of every kids teeth. Well i can imagine the smile you got when you wrote this poem.. I'm here enjoying the thought of you tipping your hat.. have a good one,..p..d

Deb Wilson January 10, 2011 at 3:30 PM This was so amusing and true for most of us I think Michael! love,Deb