Two Lonely Souls
He was an old man, limping down the hall,
She was an old lady, leaning against the wall,
He said," Isn't your name Ellen?"
She said,"No, my name is Helen."
So here they met, in a hospital hallway,
On a very warm summer day,
He was 80, her age- 75,
Neither had family still alive.
Two lonely, old people, wandering life's hall,
Needing somebody to buffer their falls,
Who would believe that in a hospital hall they met,
I would surely have lost that bet.
Two lost souls, lonely and blue,
Looking only for what was their due,
A little company, a little love,
Before their date with God up above.
They found it there in that hospital stay,
It's with them still, to this very day,
A Love so tender, a love so deep,
It will be theirs, forever to keep.
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis | Year Posted 2006
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