Sometimes I think God has his days <br />For being friends. <br />He says: 'Forgive my careless ways. <br />No one pretends <br />I'm always kind; but for today <br />Do let's be friends.' <br />And grudgingly I make reply, <br />'Nice sort of friends. <br />I think it's time you had a try <br />To make amends <br />For things you've done; but after all <br />Suppose we're friends.'<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-deity/
