Memories

It only takes a minute

for Bishop to enter the church

to say your vows

forgetting old rows

to call for forgiveness

to repent, and dent

that aloof stance

that all is nothing

I am the only thing

In town, don’t frown

Truth is hard, get up, go

And show, there is still some

humility, decency, humble currency

left, otherwise soon you retire, expire

so will your acts, tacts,

No few second memories

Just void, devoid of smile

as soon as beep goes flat