Let me be your reason for greeting a dawn
that would, otherwise, be cause for despair.
Life has been unfair to one like you, you who
have hated the start, the middle, the end of
Countless days ...
This I know because I read in your red, rheumy
eyes that life is worthless but for one like me: I
Who thread my way unscathed through miseries
of life am the one you call out to, though little do
You realize I'm the one who cares....