Despair

When you sit alone in the Eventide

And review the day that has passed

Do you ever give thought to those less fortunate

For if you did you may sit there aghast

Just imagine spending your life alone

As well as in the depths of despair

For them there is no one to turn to for guidance

Not a solitary person to care

As they spend their  days in what could be a Prison cell

But for Prisoners visitors are allowed

For these unfortunate people

They are alone even though in a crowd

It is hard to understand what goes through their mind

So if you asked them they probably couldn’t tell

Of the problems and worries that surround them

Even though they look healthy and well

Can you think what it’s like not to see another soul all day

With nobody to turn to for advice

Cocooned in a lifetime of solitude

Where outsiders live their lives so concise

So stop if you will and consider, long and hard

Can you think of some such person who needs some care

Maybe then with arms open wide you can embrace them

And guide them from their solitude and despair.

Dennis Shrubshall  11th October 2009