MY BUDDY ST. ANTHONY Ray E. Lipinski
Day in day out, it’s always the same I never stop calling this patient saint’s name I lost my keys, I lost my phone, I lost my wallet, even the garden gnome But it never fails when I call him out He stops my frustrations and worrisome pouts Tony, Tony turn around … What once was lost, please make found And just like that it never fails My tears are dried, and I stop the wail My item appears usually right in front of me Oh to St. Anthony, thank you to thee Next day comes and starts all over again My wallet, my keys, my ball point pen Do I have my phone, where is my book? I know Anthony is sighing, did I take another look? Of course, I did not, I just call on his name Anthony to the rescue, it’s our little game One day he’s going to just charge me a fee Or a Divine referral to get checked for ADD But one thing’s for sure next to the Heavenly gate St. Anthony finds my item without haste He’s my one true bud that keeps me sound The original purveyor of the lost and found
Artwork: Apparition of Jesus Child to St. Anthony of Padua by Francisco de Zurbarán, 1630
Fellowship & Fairydust
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