come all Ye sinners
have a drink, I say
bottle in each hand
the old man grins
grabs at my offer
swigs one back
wipes with a sleeve
looks me in the eye
takes off his hat
bald patch shiny
I’m humbly, he says
in your debt sir,
but remember the
poor and needy,
weak and wounded,
sick and sore,
don’t just show up
at the beaches
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Didn’t see that ending coming! Not sure if I should have laughed but I most definitely did. 🥑
Thanks Kevin. I was trying a little freewriting and it just ended there. I chuckled a bit myself 🙂