I walked in silent isolation
My virtuous heart since birth
Now, stunned at the mass confusion
The world’s reaction to its worth

With faith I held out for a strand
of rope to break the fall
I knew time would now be fleeting
I reached out to one and all

Strangers, friends and family
Every church that I could find
I utilized the “viral” speech
And asked for help to lead the blind

I knew the mountain too high
My shovel would move slow
I needed strength in numbers
To resist the heavy blow

Buddy, Can You Spare A Dime?
Perhaps a pence or Two?

Buddy, Can You Spare some Time?
I’d do the same for you.

Buddy Can You Spare A Prayer?
This will surely do.

(No response.  What could I do?
Your loud silence answered true.
You now avoid me, silly you.
You best thank God, it isn’t you.)

I still walk the path alone
My faith you have not crumbled.
I understand the attitude
We all are weak, we all have stumbled.

You feel that times are rough enough
For many, if not all
You gaze upon your own troubles
Too many to recall

You cannot fathom helping one
Whose pain you cannot feel
You must know it, see it,
Achieve joy inside
Otherwise, there is no deal.

Well, Buddy I must let you know
Now that the day is through
I spared a prayer for you today
That your heartaches will be few

And if you should ever need something
I pray that you will find
A response much greater than the one
You offered, friend of mine.

Buddy, Can You Spare A Dime?
Perhaps a pence or Two?

Buddy, Can You Spare some Time?
I’d do the same for you.

Buddy Can You Spare A Prayer?
This will surely do.

Your loud silence answered true.

You best thank God, it isn’t you.