I am young in body
But my spirit is old and is worn
It has loved and lost and mourned and forgiven
It has served and received nothing in return
My soul is not bitter
But it is sad
And it is tired from giving
And it wants to give
Really, it does
But to give and receive nothing
Not even a smile or phone call in return
It is disheartening and my soul
My soul is tired
And it is old
And I'm not sure how much more it can give
Before it grows too weary to go on
All it wants
Is to curl up with hot mug of apple cider and snuggle into someone next to a fire
On a cold winter's night

But my soul has resigned itself
To trudging outside in the snow
Giving others what it wants most
And to hope
In defiance of all chance and reason
That one day
Someone will give it what it wants most
In the meantime
It gives