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POOR ME
Each time I called upon you God,
I wondered what I would hear.
But I didn't stop to listen,
So nothing turned out clear.
I knew there was an answer,
Someplace in the back of my mind,
But I wouldn't pay attention,
Instead I sat and whined.
Oh poor me gets tiresome,
To those you are talking to.
They would like a conversation
About anything but you.
But I just blithely go along,
Then bellyache and gripe,
To friends I start to sound
Just like a brainless guttersnipe.
How long will it take me,
To acknowledge what I've got.
And be thankful for the little,
And grateful for the lot.
Will I ever understand,
Why I have two ears?
To listen for the answers,
Not talk on for years.
So I guess I finally realize
There's no help coming from you.
Not because you didn't send it,
It just never quite got through.
But I will try to listen,
And I hope there is a way,
For you to get it in my head,
Someday.
~Sonja
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