Buddy, Can You Spare A Prayer?

lori-jean Poems

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.