"Sunday Going Down"

‘Sunday Going Down’

Awakened he, one Sunday morn
At the dawn, new day was born
Towel for curtain, meagre room
Ash tray full, bottle empty, gloom

Rise he did, watch sun rise
Brought a tear, upon his eyes
Today, compelled, to church he’d go
Years not ventured, why, he didn’t know

At meagre sink, washed, combed his hair
Alas, no razor sitting there
Selected his best, cleanest, dirty shirt
And set off, hopes to dispell heart of hurt

Birds were singing, trees in bloom!
Happy of heart, left the gloom!
At the church door, The Suits him met
Welcomed not, and so he left

Confused, at curbside, heaad in hand
Sat he there, trying to understand
Anotheer came, dressed in jean
Extending kindness, not heart of mean

‘Christ.’ Man said, jeaned One gave a nod
‘Lord, it’s you? I came here to the house of God!
Alas, I’m sad, they won’t let me in: I pain!’
‘I know.’ Said jeaned One. ‘Entrance there, even I can’t gain.’

"Sunday Going Down"

TomWard

Forest, Canada

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