No one in the end is happy with me.
I tire myself out with schedules and Masses,
Writing and trying to serve all classes.
It’s never enough though, there’s always something
Lacking; it’s beyond my ken, comprehension;
Scorned by the culture, even religious men.
Devil be gone with my middle finger!
Jesus Christ I trust, you’re the only one,
To love me as I am, a beloved son.
Gary Edward Geraci