Prayer For Uncle Reggie
Too young for bars, but thirsty.
Uncle Reggie owned a beer joint so
we went in and had beers carte blanche.
He was upstairs dying of cancer.
We went up for an impromptu visit.
He and his woman in a small room.
He was in bed weak with sickness.
We made small talk then escaped.
We went downstairs; one for the road.
Everything I drank then tasted bitter.
One day we'll all be in that bed upstairs.
May God rest all of our souls. Amen
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