Pass It On

by James Garrett   Dec 18, 2014


Pass It On

One night as i lie in my bed resting,
An angel came to give me a blessing.
He took me to my past and showed me things that should not have been,
A dirty sot so full of gin,
I recognized that man to be me,
And realized that he was to set me free.
To relieve my most putrid soul
Was like a miracle to behold.
My flesh once crawled with unsullied pain,
Now I stood straight with much to gain,
A peaceful sleep, a day of joy,
But a secret told that I must employ.
My friend I reach out to you,
To give away and to rescue,
Because the angel whispered in my ear,
To keep my joy I must reach out to others
lest what I received would disappear.

James Garrett, Jr.

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