I look around at those many who need help of all kinds and hope I can make some of them happier
for even a few minutes.
Blame our ills on fate? Beware!
If we feel that life's unfair
Why waste our time in deep despair?
Look more closely if we dare
See what others have to bear
Have we even been aware
Of how their many lives compare?
Some need food, a home somewhere
Poverty left them quite threadbare
Or let drink and drugs ensnare
Or senseless handicaps impair
Vague fears weaken, demons scare
Most offer up a hopeless prayer
But life from death does never spare
All at loneliness, Death stare!
Is life but Fate I now declare?
Should we show frail folks that we care?
Could we be the ones so rare
To better life's fate someway, howe'er?
Virginia L. Wylie