PREACHER MAN Date: Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 01:18:02 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: thomasmartinroberts I pick up my morning paper,And see where some preacher man never got drunk in all his life ,And never said hell or damn. He never stayed out till the wee morning hours, or courted a blonde or brunette, But preached on the evils of night life hard booze and cigarettes. Cut off in his prime of life the headlines sadly say, He went to meet his maker he's passed the great white way.They'll bury him deep while a few friends weep,And the world moves on without a sigh,And the preacher man is forgotten soon even as you and I. So go on your way enjoying whats the use to complain or cry,Enjoy even the night life for tomorrow you might die.Our days and nights are numbered as are the hairs on our head, I know my time is coming , when I go I hope it's in the arms of red. This poem is Copyright © thomasmartinroberts Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=138969