FRAIL

Look, I’ve got to get
Some serious writing done
About what, I have no clue
But I know I can find
a lesson to teach
And it might be learned by a few

A few who care and are willing to act
To prod along and advance
the pack on the trail
But back to that, as I prod along;
wondering what will be the tale,
the lesson could be and should be of course
About something that lifts the frail

Now who would be meant, I might be asked
When I refer to those who are frail?
Not the weak or susceptible;
the homeless or ill
That is for another story, but
the ones I mean, when I call them frail
Are the ones who need a helping hand;
someone in the boat to row
Someone to pay the bail;
get them through a little rough time
As they keep trying to grow

So those who are looked for are
those who are in need and
those who are not up to the task.
You take them under your wing
And push them gently
with some mentoring, and
just to be brass you ask them
to come up with some cash
or the equivalent, which
might be providing a service.

Would that be good;
could that be true?
Well there are those who do it,
how about you?
What’s your gift and
where do you fall?
Share your talent or nothing at all?

The nothing leaves you vacant
and feeling absurd
But the giving fills you now;
is that not weird?
You empty yourself and
then get filled up
Now that’s the lesson
I was looking at
And give thanks and smile
as I begin to know

Stanski
January 11, 2020 ^