Donald Reith Poet Free verse

Prayer

I prayed for food and I prayed for rent, 

I prayed for these things to be heaven sent, 

I prayed in the morning and I prayed at night, 

To help out my brother and the mentally ill in their plight, 

I prayed at my job site, 

I prayed at the dinner table, 

I prayed that men should not kill like Cain and Abel, 

I prayed against war and slavery on every shore, 

I prayed for the victims of criminals, the lepers , the poor, 

I prayed and prayed until this very same day, 

When I received a knock on the door, 

" You have not my money! Then you must go away!"

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Richard Palmer December 29, 2012 at 5:44 AM seems you have been praying for everyone except yourself,lol,serious message with a little laugh,wonderfully done Donald,got a poem called Prayer too check it out