Sometimes
Sometimes life is rather dreary.
I can't quite seem to see things clearly.
I feel somehow that something's lost;
Though I'm not sure just quite what it was.
My life of late seems just a chore.
I'm lonely, depressed and just plain bored;
And then I think how good God is,
To give this little test, or quiz;
For when these times converge on me,
That's when my eyes can truly see,
The pain my sister maybe suffers,
And better understand and love her.
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