Another poem for Popes, Priests and Prestigious Sinners!

CHIPS DOWN (Written on June 29, 2018, 2:35 a.m.)

Maybe it’s not so bad

To not be able to sleep;

To wake up in the early hours

And find time to talk to You,

Or write a poem, or two…

“I can see you’re out of aces”.

We all are lately.

What can I say?

Little ole’ me.

To calm the turmoil

We all feel so greatly?

It was a rough road,

But I always guess I knew

I’d get here, here to old age.

Someday, somehow, I’ll even get

To turn the final page.

So, what can I say,

Little ole’ me, to calm the stormy waters?

“Live good, love very hard,

Repent honestly…

We are all meek and lowly wrongdoers”.

               By: Karla (Alias, la Papita!!!)