Tattoo's And Scars Poem by S Michael Stamper

The best of my day's have been spent in a haze,
I rarely stopped once to see.
I sat by the track, holding my sack,
with nobody watching over me.

I sat the bag down, and slowly turned around, and this is what He said to me;
'Son it looks like your lost, but don't give it a thought.
I can handle this from here, you see? '

I was a bit set back, as I sat on the track with my brown bag sitting next to me.
I gave it much thought as I was glancing about.

I then felt a tug from above,
from a voice that nobody could see.
He began speaking, saying this;

'Tattoo's and scars from to many bars have left you beat up for all to see. Just so you know, I've always watched your soul,
and it's time for you to follow me.'

I let out a sigh and bid hell goodbye, and with that final drink this is what I said to He;

'It was a heck of a run and I wanted more fun,
I never expected it to end up this way.
From one bar to the next, I didn't stop my free fall, I would always end up okay.'

He looked down from His place and started to race,
disappearing without even a trace.

Well, (I thought to myself) that wasn't such a loss, SO;
I sent out a toast for us all to boast; ' To my Buddy, my Brown Bag and Me! '
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S Michael Stamper
4/27/2021