Always a Sinner

Always a Sinner

A Poem by Constance
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Based on the seven deadly sins: Sloth, Gluttony, Greed, Vanity(Pride), Lust, Envy, and Wrath

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It’s difficult to rise from bed
I often stay too long
Lazing like a cat in the sun
      Sometimes, all day
I gluttonously guzzle
Three cups of coffee
And three pieces of toast
       Sometimes, four
After showering I look
In the mirror, vainly
Applying my face
      Sometimes, I like it
By the time I walk out
My front door to the car
My mind is at work
      Sometimes, I want more money
On the way
with my radio blasting
I think of the guy from that band
      Sometimes, what we could do
Then I think of that woman
The one he dates
And I wish I were her
      Sometimes, so much
As I step through my office door
I see someone stole my chair
I yell at those near to ask why
      Sometimes, I get too loud
Then I shake my head, realizing
Before the day has hardly begun
I’ve committed all seven deadly sins
     Sometimes? Hell, most always,
I’m a sinner

 

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© 2008 Constance


Author's Note

Constance
This was inspired by a series of art I did using the seven deadly sins. For every one of those pieces of art, I started with a photo of myself. We have all sinned, and learning to forgive ourselves is often a little TOO easy. :)

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Quite a unique and well crafted piece ~ with the seven verses representing the
seven sins in the graphics ~I can relate as I'm sure many can with the descriptives
thru-out ~your art work is fantastic also~a grand artistic presentataion~
~Fran Marie

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..

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