Poetry

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All day long I ache inside,
   a dirge I sing to myself.
In this darkness, wanting bright,
   I'm blind to any help.

An old friend walks this way,
   a presence with no face.
And so for now he's here to stay,
   the grayest side of Grace.

Sorrow, you're my friend tonight;
   come give me your company.
When all is wrong your presence is right;
   come sit down beside me.

Misery, I know you well;
   I call you by your first name.
You were there when my heart fell,
   and you are not to blame.

I am comforted by my old friend
   for the time that he's here.
Even this wrong will soon end;
   again I'll have my cheer.

On this unjust the rain has fallen
   its damp mood has its place.
It wipes away a pride so swollen
   that I may know the good Grace.

Sorrow, you're my friend tonight;
   I welcome your company.
Let's write a song to make this right;
   then sing along with me.

© 8-7-2012

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