Every Minute In Every Day
Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.
But every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Hey,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.
The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.
And seem to live their lives,
Free of regret.
Yet every minute,
In every day...
Hey,
Somebody chooses...
Not to pray.
And every minute,
Come what may...
Today,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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