Seven years this sunny Sunday since you passed,
From heaven your voice echoes,
Do I still study my Bible – the dusty thousand year old one we got with our spare change,
But dear I lost it on the road to success and glamour,
Dead end, I'm turning back with guilt on my shoulders and screams in my ears,
So maybe I'll pick it up along the way,
Like you always did me,
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Spontaneous idea. Taking a chance. Like the man in the poem. What did you think? Need a better title? Options? Thanks.
