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Gray Funk

Things I see as good,
I feel bad about.
If I'd try, I could,
get up, gad about.

So far, I just kick me,
for not coming forth,
letting feelings trick me,
hiding any worth.

It's time to arise,
feel like it or not,
hopeless invalid?
Oh, no, I am not.

Yesterday is gone,
except for amends.
Then, onward, forward,
and straight with our friends.

The Father of love,
sees when we fall down,
from His throne above,
grace, traded for frown.

06/15/2016 Carol Welch
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