Things'Ll Be Different
Dear God:
In my next life I want a mother who
loves me like she should,
and a father who is sober,
is that portion understood?
And please give me a brother who
treats me with humanity,
and whose talents do not teeter
on the sharp edge of insanity.
Lord, next time, make me beautiful,
with skin as smooth as cream,
and eyes the hue of twilight
and the riches of a queen.
And, God, grant me a singing voice
so I can rock on stage,
and let me meet my soul mate, Lord,
before I reach old age!
I say, the heck with Karma,
give me one life of pure bliss,
where troubles never find me
and nothing goes amiss.
Things'll be different, next time...
©copyright2009DanielleWhite
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment