From Peter on Saturday

Sonnet - From Peter on Saturday

From Peter on Saturday

What wretched man abandons one to die
What coward would deny he knows his friend
What cringing gutless fool would ever try
To hide he knows his master at the end

He called me “Rock”. I’m only “Simon” now
He was Messiah. But the grave is sealed
He bid me follow him; I don’t know how
Perhaps, like Judas, I should buy a field

I cannot bear to think of what I’ve done
I never should have put my sword away
I never should have turned my tail and run
No friend was I upon his darkest day

“Come follow after me; for men you’ll fish”
It’s over now. I guess I’ll fish for fish


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