There was a spinster of sixty years old.
She pleaded god from the hospital bed to extend her life since her wishes were not fulfilled.
God granted her hundred years more.
She was remade as an angel with insurance money.
With exuberance, she stepped out of the hospital.
No sooner, she died of a crash.
She questioned god that he could not keep up his promise.
God expressed his inability to identify her.
If limits are breached, even god is helpless.
There are some parts of the poem which are not totally clear for me, but clear enough! The spinster should have carried a government ID at all times. One one wish to be married? : ) bri
(cont.) I no longer believe in ANY GOD, but being 'helpless' is a wise way for any god [[ who is supposed to be SO GREAT ]] to excuse its/her/his supposed-responsibility for YOU, ME, and all OTHERS. : )
The ending is surprising, mysterious, and enlightening. I've never heard that 'god' is sometimes 'helpless'! ! BUT I don't doubt it! ! ! (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this so much that I'm sending it five stars. ***** bri ;) Welcome to PH, 'new poet'.