The child too shy to join a little group
Or shamed by her old clothing and her shoes
The one who feels they don’t fit in or match
The one who suffered early from the blues
The barren wife, no virgin yet unused
The girl so clever yet she was well bruised
The middle age of suffering ends and views
The loneliness of age with none amused
The man too nervous to make any move
The man who cannot pass yet cannot love
The aging figure hopelessly bemused
The sperm still leaping,never to be used.
Some are in and others are outside
How few stayed with Jesus as he cried!
If we were more like him we would now mix
With the people who fall through the cracks.
A hint of suffering in the edge of eye
A hint of sadness by the mouth denied
A hint of being tired of one’s own life
A hint that maybe someone wants to die