Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

Was With the Last Priest

One more wilted flower
     flutters slow in the breeze
As the last priest prays soft
     down upon bended knees.
Waiting at Heaven's gate
     with his heart filled with grief,
Is the one once so lost
     in the guise of a thief.

Lives were spent in labors
     according to a plan,
One stole for his fortune,
     the other for the Man.
Traveled hard and lonely,
     living from day to day,
Each walked with the shadows
     in-between shades of grey.

Final minute’s ticking
     through the bid for control,
One last theft of future,
     one last word for the soul.
With the prayer past ending
     and hands bleeding with shame,
The thief and this last priest
     become one and the same.

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 21, 2012 at 12:32 PM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this Monday afternoon Daniel. I wish you much inspiration that you may continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Have a wonderful fun loving week and keep the old pen flowing. Love, Carol Daniel Larson May 21, 2012 at 6:56 PM it is with great appreciation to receive wonderful comments from one such as yourself. kindest regards, daniel

Poet Destroyer A May 20, 2012 at 11:47 PM Daniel, i like the feel of your poem... i think the image is very compelling,, and binds with a meaning that does not leave out the other... enjoyed.. stopping by tonight~xox~PD Daniel Larson May 21, 2012 at 6:53 PM thanks so much for your wonderful comments, as usual they are full of light and joy. regards, daniel