So Little

Bonded by mutual love

Escaping their own loneliness,

The future journey they both sought

To evermore spread happiness.



Wealth passed them by, they worried, not,

Ill health had too much say,

Regardless ever forward

A helping hand they gave each day.



In many forms that hand was offered

A tender smile, kind word, or prayer,

Or simply just being available

To listen, and to care.



So little was on offer

Sometimes just the human touch,

To the lonely it was magnified

And it meant so much.



New friendships then were formed

Each helping the other in many ways,

All loneliness disappeared

To reveal many happy days.