Sonnet 78

So where were you when I needed you most,
When acrid tribulations had me bound;
The devil seemed to have me by the throat
And evil did, in harshest forms surround.
You did forsake me in my time of need,
Or so it seemed, not deigning but to call;
I know you were aware, my plight to heed,
Your silent absence stifling like a pall.
I truly thought of you as a dear friend,
Hardly capricious, honest through and through;
Where trust and kindness sure would never end
And fondest memories ever would accrue;
But fortune smiled, here, ending all my pain,
Luckier still, I have you back again!

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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