Volunteers

Volunteers were summoned To bring water and supplies To the folks in darkened buildings Since Con Edison's* demise. With their backpacks fully loaded, They trudged up the pitch-black stairs, Lugging food and drink but even more - The fact that someone cares. For some people who were stranded, Sitting lonely, in the dark, Such a visit must have seemed to be A very welcome spark. Reaching out to help another In a time of great distress Is what elevates existence And brings order to a mess. So hats off to all the helpers Who gave heart and soul and time, For I'm sure they must be glowing, Though still aching from the climb! * NYC electric company