A Hand To Hold
Someone out there is in need of a hand to hold,
a kind word, perhaps a blanket against the cold:
it might even be you.
We live in a world of indifference and greed,
and though we hear cries of anguish, no one pays heed:
you know that to be true.
We believe we are sentient beings with a soul,
and that our spiritual conscience makes us whole:
at least, it's supposed to.
I've been taught the right words to glorify God's love:
but reality belies, heaven lies above;
nothing's changed: nothing's new.
When I end my stay on this plane of existence
I will die frustrated, with little resistance:
and bid this life adieu.
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