For there is more to say,
the reflections from this morning,
may or may not be some what dark,
as the skies were.
For i pondered my usefulness,
with these eyes of mine.
Every chance i have to help,
perhaps fearing that i will not be able to give again.
As times approach for some proffered help,
i have doubts and
think that some one else will take my place.
For the times i think i am nothing are many
and the times i think i am something are few.
Allow me , then,
to take your hand for a moment and help in some small way,
for in those moments i feel i am something
and the fears in my heart are relieved.