Red Omara Poet Rhyme

Small Mercies

If I believed, I wouldn’t pray 

to thank god for the light of day

less likely still is that I might

thank him for the dark at night.

I'd ask if life could please be more 

than constant work and bills galore

and amongst examples in the O.E.D. 

for “oxymoron” could there be 

“unhappy child” and “holy war"

and  all  of those “contented poor”?

The wealthy aren’t “unhappy rich”.

How many of them get the itch

to see if life’s more beneficial

busking with a penny whistle?

And if we happened to displease

could he hold the famine and disease

and make us write five hundred times

“God forgave us for our crimes.”?

And would his grand design be in a dreadful pickle

If I got a bit more slap and tickle?

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Andrea Dietrich June 28, 2015 at 10:26 AM oh my,Red, your cynicism shines forth here. As always, you are a great wit!! I enjoyed this one, my friend. so good to see you have put up a post. Soupie for you!!