Who can I turn to?

Who can I turn to?

When I need a hug?

Who would consider me?

Find me worth the trouble...

All I lack is a human touch

Is that asking way too much?

Don't want anything else...

Just a cuddle now and then

Someone to ask me how I've been...

Someone to enfold me in their arms

Someone to keep me safe from harm

Don't need a permanent crutch...

Just a little understanding would do

Maybe a quiet word or two

To let me know I am still alive

To save me from feeling paralysed

Yes, I wear a widow's weave...

Maybe not externally: but here inside

I struggle to stem that awful tide...

Although I know I am not alone

Still it hurts to feel so deserted...

Bereft of physical contact...

These simple things I lack...

A soft kiss, a warm embrace...

A message from the human race

That I am still in the land of the living...

That I am worth a little loving...

So many lonely people today still live

Trying desperately to thrive...

Running on empty; running dry

In need of some kindness and love

A friendly face, a listening ear

Where is that necessary kindness dear?

Don't we all just want someone to come along?

To lift us up where we belong...

Among this human race that hides its face

From the homeless, the weak, the sick

Shame on all who ignore the weak and ill

Shame on all who give not to the poor

Shame on all who think to shirk their bill

Shame on all who refuse to open their door

Dear Jesus said that if we were to do these things

To any of our fellow man: it would be

As we had done it just for Him