We watch from far off places,
tragedies of old and young.
We wish that we could something to help them.
We have only words to give,
as our arms won’t stretch out there.
We try to make our message
as helpful as we can.
Sometimes it is not good enough
and our words fall on stony ground
as those we try to help have other plans.
If for some reason,
our message of hope gets through.
They might thank us,
and then they might not.
It does not really matter
if they do or do not.
Thank us that is.
Just so long as we’ve been able to help
them get through another day.
That is all that really matter
and all I have to say.
28 June 2007
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-wish-2/
