The Bashful Hand

Reaching out to contact someone else

through the soft and grey of night

sat alone by myself

Wondering if it is right

Thinking of the lonely souls

who always feel this way

with their story still untold

in the light of day.

Those who long for company

spend each day the same

always knowing it will be

no one knows their name

So as we travel on our way

stop and look apart

take the time to always say

what comes from the heart

Seek and you shall find

the meaning that is life

say a little something kind

to ease anther's strife

For without kindness

what are we to be

ease anther's stress

is to set them free

Let the loneliness abate

reach out where you may

in compassion's trait

chase the shadows away.

CAROL SELVA

Surya's note: I came up with the title.