The Disconsolate

To all the lonely people out there feeling deserted, to those whose joys were cut short, to the unloved, unsought, unknown. to those who wait in vain for love, longing for relief from their pains, to those who had to walk alone on these dreary paths of life, to the castaways, reviled and shamed by men, to those judged and misjudged, unable to voice the conscience's truth, to you never given a second chance, to all accused with no guilts and those admitting wrongs now banished and abandoned to die, to those whose friends are now accusers, and those from whom family withdraws, to you whose friends have become foes, and relatives have turned into strangers, treading the lonely path without a happy wish, To you I say, quit your inner pain, come to the banquet of friends alike with love, for we are many so despised, It is but a phase, a passing phase in time, leave em all to time, who dresses all aright.