Ferry Across The Mersey

If only you could see me now, mother.
I’d just turned twelve
when God took you away.

Ever since then
me and the big man
have been at odds with one another.

He wins most battles, yes,
and I commit another sin,
sometimes I’ll even sneak in a good deed.

Imagine that! Well, imagining
is about all you can do, I guess.
But, we’re in the same boat, albeit on different ends.


Do yourself a favor,
read a poem by Ivan Carswell.