Savior of Gin

Poetry

Photo by Denley Photography on Unsplash

When I was a boy, I learned all the stories
‘Bout a hero from Galilee
Then life in the ghetto seemed more like a meadow
“Oh, Lord, how I long to be free”

When I grew older, the dark streets grew colder
I turned from my childhood ways
Wearing worn thru sole sandals, I panned my first handle
In an attempt to find better days