Anyone Out There?

I sit and I watch down below.
Looking at all the people go.
Rushing around in a hurry,
Till they get bury.
They're so busy,
some of them get dizzy.
And every single day,
they want to do it their way.
And they don't really care,
Till little do they fare.
Then it is felt,
I should rush to help.
I can do no wrong,
until all trouble is gone.
Then they say,
I should go away.
They feel they don't need me,
I can definitely see.
Yet I still remain,
through all the pain.
Even though they don't want to share,
I will still care.
For I feel a little bolder,
since I too, can lean on a shoulder.
And when I go to his home,
I won't feel so alone.


Morris Cox
June 6, 2000