The Whisper

At the end of the evening I closed the doors And took a breath of air At the front of my place The crowd had left and I was left alone The world was going to sleep And a quiet settled over all It’s when I heard the whisper You are not alone I shouted Who was there But I heard no more that night I heard the whisper again When I was feeling low And couldn’t see tomorrow It would come again You are not alone Who or what it was I didn’t know So here I am again When the world seems so low And I wonder about tomorrow My guardian angel would whisper You are not alone And I find a way to carry on. © Paul Warren Poetry