Next to Godliness
I don’t think I know God
Or believe in him
But lately
I’ve been meeting him
At the laundromat
And I take my basket from my hip
And place it on the
Tile floor. Should be
Swept. Cleanliness is
Next to
God
I’m next to God
And I don’t have
Any quarters
And I fall to my knees
In simple anguish
And he holds my head
In his hands and says
“My child
You are alone”
And the people in the laundromat
Do not see God.
You are alone.
Posted Mar 29, 2022, 2:35 PM UTC
i love it when poems are simple but so symbolic and i believe you kept that up very well here. I would say though the line “should be swept” seems a little awkward and sort of throws off the flow. lastly, i’d like it if you expanded upon the other people in the laundromat, just a thought. great work!
Hey OP! I agree with u/chvistian here. That line felt a little awkward.
Other than that the poem was a nice read.