A Sort Of Prayer

Now I’m really going back in time! Yes I was a poet, even 55 years ago! I just pulled this one out of my poetry anthology and decided to share it with you this week.
A Sort Of Prayer
©1967 Allen E. Rizzi
When mahogany hair no longer plays upon my chest;
When her eyes no longer flicker when we have come to rest;
When our flame is snuffed with nothing left to burn,
Tell me my brave God, where then will I turn?
Did you like this? You can read 89 of them in my book, Prescriptions from the Rhyme Doctor.
Please follow this blog by clicking follow below. Your comments are always welcome.
Read author Allen E. Rizzi’s latest books available at Amazon.com
Heavy stuff, Allen. Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haven’t heard that adjective in awhile but I like it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Too poor to buy your books, but I did love and enjoy this poem. You are very gifted.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike