Fat Tuesday
We all got scars
On soul or skin
In churches or bars
We all got sin
In the public eye
Or held within
Raise a glass
Sing a song
Go to mass
Hit the bong
This too shall pass
Before too long
Want redemption?
Not tonight friend
Tonight’s for wine
Creating vague memories
We all got wars
We all have lost
We all got scores
Of things they cost
Live today
Pray tomorrow
Find a way
To ease the sorrow
Sin not committed
Cannot be repented
The cycle repeated
As was intended
Ash Wednesday
Remember that you are dust
And to dust you shall return
Are we more than want and lust?
An engine designed to yearn
Repent, and preach the Gospel
Even for the apostate and the apostle?
I repent to those I have done harm
Not to those who I do not know
I carry love for those now gone
As I await my time to go
Our 40 days come with no warning
They just arrive
Our 40 days feel much like mourning
You might survive
If it is too heavy to carry
Take it from the pack
If the weight of it overwhelms
Give it back
The intrinsic should not be surrendered
The extrinsic is not judgment rendered
The ashes on your forehead
Are forever made of you
Gene. G. McLaughlin 2023
BeardedRiffRaff.Blog 
Wonderful! This poem is even better when read aloud!!!
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