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God and I
An aching heart no conciliation,
A wounded soul, a savage breast,
To who might I appeal for respite,
When love I trusted dies a death?
When I come home there's no one waiting,
When I lay my head I wonder why,
When I think of all the love I wasted,
I hope her life's more full than mine.
A weary mind confused and lonely,
A tearful eye that never dries,
To where might I refer my chagrin,
There's nowhere save 'twixt God and I.
© Joseph G Dawson