Dearly beloved

Sunday and that’s no way to wake
with
church bells buzzin’ in my ears
the ‘called ones’ playing on my fears
it’s
because I’m old that they want me in the fold

the cry being,
‘flock to me and God’ll set you free’

Well
ain’t it just the way that advertising has
subverted
‘the truth, the light and the way’

well again,
they can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear
or can they?
which is another play on my fear
and I’m not falling for that old chestnut

© 2020, John Smallshaw.