The Fireworks Have Begun
An angel and a devil
work me over every morn
Contending for ownership
to neither (am I) forsworn
I tell myself I won’t succumb
to the devil, that old bum
Then he takes down the angel
The fireworks have begun …
In the end, it’s MY will versus MY won’t
They’re mere illusions by my throne
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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