Pretend
by louis gander Pretending as I have since birth right up to now, today - those fun and selfish things I've spun to get things my own way. Well, I would always cry and whine if I was not chastised - and tantrums were my specialty if wants weren't realized. As teens, my friends and I would joke. We'd smoke a cigarette. We sometimes laughed at other folk, without the least regret. The beer I drank had proved me cool. the drugs, to get me high. Abortion took a precious life - deception's selfish lie. Yet at the top of my own list were comforts by the score... from better cars to bigger homes and oh, so much, much more. I thought about how good I was - and things that I deserved. I bragged about the good I'd done and all the folks I'd served. I slammed the door on all those things I'd just as soon forget - but stubborn guilt had gripped me so and hadn't left me yet. Convince myself, I still do try and fool my closest friend - but Heaven, though, cannot be fooled and God does not pretend. (author's note: I did not smoke, drink or do drugs) Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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