Life's Grief Poem by SIDNEY W. JOHNSTON

Frustration... Oh Frustation... why teh hell me?
Defeat and Frustation landing heavy on me,
I'st a weighty load, I'm needing some relief.

Plans fallen through... Purpose all done...
What's going down, Where's the hell the sun?
The light and happiness, where's It all gone?

I'ts in these day's, These dreary day's... time Illfated,
Nights of emptiness... Where all seems unrealted
Day's of stealy points... Day's I've really hated.

This is when I seek you most, Dear god above...
Restore the youthful life in me, Oh lord of love,
Help me reach to you, Touch me gently like a dove.

Help me understand your purpose in life's grief,
To look to you when troubled, Then fine relief.
To make good somehow, What has been delt
Me this life called grief.

(June 24th 1971)