Lord, I don’t mean to sin, to offend, to depend, but it seems I don’t blend.
As I try to comprehend my need to defend and to append, I try to contend.
Completely intend to amend my pen. For being a loose end, my blend distends.
And I find myself at a dead end with no friend to depend.
Please help me to ascend to apprehend my penned back end.
That he might transcend this trend, so I might be a book end.
For friends that I might lend wend and suspend the dreaded end.