The End Is Near Poem by Donal Mahoney
The End Is Near
The streets are clear,
Gramps admits,
but the intersections
are a problem.
The intersections
of his knees and hips
scream about the years
they've had to tote
the silo of his torso.
His joyful pastor
every Sunday screams,
'The End is Near! '
and Gramps agrees
although he prays
a diet might delay it.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
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