Loneliness, bleak emptiness inside you,
and sensing there is none to stand beside you,
the hollow bit, the vacuum in your heart;
feeling none would mourn should you depart.
Of kith, of kin, of friends... of all, bereft,
being as a hand which has no hand to clap,
unwanted as a stench...all attending left.
Is it really bush week? And are you the sap?
The answer lies with you, open your eyes,
most humans will respond to your appeal.
Terrible that fear can steal the prize.
Poverty of caring? No way! No deal!
Quote (reading down the left side)
from Mother Teresa.
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