Ungodly

My zeal diminished markedly between
The hours of nine and noon. It's said
That cleanliness confers a stature close
To godliness, but, as I did the work
Of cleaning, I felt I'd been sent to hell.
When midday came, I raised my head
To survey all that I had done. I whimpered;
So much more to do! My aspirations
Plummeted. I'd never find myself raised
Up to tread the same sidewalks as gods,
And, after I'd acknowledged that, I
Threw my sponge into the sink,
And went outside to revel in
The dirty world there.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-23 at 17:27

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