Poem - Prayer

G-d bless the rhymers and
those who only do prose
bless those who seem too young
and - forgive me -
those who seem too old

Bless the car-salesmen
don't send them all to hell
I know a repentant one
who regrets how he fell

We all fall in our own way
like back in that early day
we fall to rise again
not now, but when?

We have hearts of fire
we fan lingering sparks
once of strong desire
the flames burned down

We have sleepy eyes
and eyes of wild beasts
we all pray our own way
clueless which way is east