The Alcoholic
In his short life he has asked forgiveness
too many times from too many people
He has asked for a second chance from
a wife, an employer, his children, his
parents and a God he has never found
He has been forgiven: once, twice, and
three times and then forgotten
Now, he lies alone, dying in a cold
and uncaring hospital room with
doctors and nurses who cannot save him
He now asks his body for forgiveness
for the way he has abused it,
And he continues to speak, but his
body has no sympathy and
shuts out his last feeble words...
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2008
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