By Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Published in South Bay’s Neighbor 2014
There is a little devil deep within me
Who since my childhood refuses to set me free.
More often than not do I get into trouble
Morals and rules I turn into rubble.
What as great character my friends admire
Is just a mask of which I easily tire.
My thoughts from good to evil turn often
Only prayer can help my mind to soften.
Let’s be honest and it will be clear to see
That being human breeds idiosyncrasy.
It makes one wonder if even a saint
Fights Battles with evil if ever so faint.
To have a soul snow white and not charcoal gray
Is surely not the earthly way
That is reserved for life after death
So I really do not need to hold my breath.