An Odd Thing

Life is an odd old thing

a journey often untold

we ne'er know what it'll bring

or what it will unfold.

As we travel along its way

sometimes we are alone

like strangers we never may

see seeds of friendship sown.

At times if our luck is in

we find some warmth somewhere

but its knowing where to begin

and if we'd ever dare.

So as upon our way we wend

smile or stay and chat

our warmth easily send

as simple as that.

In our times of need

why do we stay within

to our pain we concede

not let healing begin.

Take the hand that's open

share the grief you feel

it will help with coping

helping you to heal.

CAROL SELVA

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