God Grant Me SerenityA Poem by Ken e BujoldI found him toppled over in the lobby of the St Regis Hotel, another new year celebrated well thank god, there's only four friday's eight months of the year.
An old run down blister of a fellow watched me heave him up, over my shoulder grunted something I only half heard, sounded like “God speed you son.”
God grant me the serenity to accept the things
god, god damn, damn god and all the angels he had dancing on the head of a pin crookin' halos of every honest man down to his last ounce of courage
come morning he'd be repentant hungover scrambled eggs and ketchup sheepish grin, “God bless you son.”
God grant me serenity
or a pistol come next friday the fifth one this month.
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3 Reviews Added on September 27, 2022 Last Updated on September 27, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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