I’m A Weary Traveller
I’m a weary traveller, often in need of a hand,
My life has been a struggle; feels like I’m on shifting sand.
Though I’m your fellow human, I so often feel alone,
And the hearts of some I meet, appear to be made of stone.
So many who could help me, turn their back and walk away,
Others make excuses, token gestures, or wrong things say.
Cries often go unanswered, so I try to do my best,
But there are days — when I wish — that I could be laid to rest.
I’d rather not ask for help, but swallow my pride, I must,
For often I need others — though, many betray my trust.
I’d go it alone — if I could — but sometimes I just can’t,
Though when I cry out — are folk there? No. Usually they aren’t.
Yes, there are others like me, who cannot get by alone,
Others who struggle also — likewise, mostly on their own.
And they too, are seeking help, help that often isn’t there,
Hence, some fall by the wayside, their burdens too much to bare.
There are many who could help, via their time or expertise,
Via their money, or possessions, or whatever else would ease.
However, many won’t, don’t, or not as much as they could,
And in most cases — I might add — not as much as they should.
Hence — for many — life’s a battle, a battle that never ends,
One many don’t understand, looking through their coloured lens.
For most see what they want to — sadly, not what they need to,
Leaving many to struggle, to suffer, and oh, how they do.
Some are close to suicide, hence the need to take great care,
Lest what you do, or don’t do — be their last straw — and you guilt share.
Maybe not directly, but indirectly — in some way;
Yes, it really does matter what you do, don’t do, or say.
And some are badly scarred — ticking time bombs — ready to explode,
Or loose cannons — that thoughtlessly lit — will fire their load.
And which folk might they be? Who knows? So — once again — take care,
Lest you light a match; even become the victim — of their despair.
Thus, it pays to stop, lend a hand, be a listening ear,
It pays to look around you — find who’s struggling — needing care.
For those standing near an edge — you could push — or maybe rescue,
Depending on what you do, don’t do — do or don’t say, too.
Yes, I’m a weary traveller — could it be you passed me by?
Maybe you didn’t see me, or hear me — I wonder why?
Or maybe you did stop — gave a hand — just one of the few;
Well, such makes all the difference — I’m very grateful — thank you!
