My Sin

Boldy I seek
The chooser’s eyes
And hope and pray
I’ll win a prize
I listen hard
To hear my name
Knowing well
That it’s a game
Unlikely, yes
The chance is small
That they will call
My name at all
And then some how
Perchance - I win!
I here and now
Confess my sin -
That I am trying
To disguise
My wish I’d won
A different prize

© 10/28/89 By Lucille Falk Miller