Isn'T There Someone

There is an ache, a hurt that makes no list. Its name isn’t cancer or heart, but loneliness. Its victims are usually old, but may be young. They wait for a call or visit that doesn’t come. The elderly may sense that having been used It is time for them to be aloofly excused. They labored for others they hardly knew Only to be discarded with lives near through. Chances are there’s a widow on your block Who stares out a window at an empty walk. A wave from a passerby would light her face And restore fading faith in the human race. Why do we make time for trifles of naught, Isn’t there someone whom we have forgot? Abandon for moments life’s wearying ways, And show love to the lonely all of your days. Discordant voices will promptly claim doubt. “It’s a new day!” they will harshly cry out. But the truth of the matter is this reality: To live life richly requires a loving mentality.