Sitting in a crowded room,
Alone with thoughts of dread and gloom,
I look around and what I see
Are faces filled with misery.
With so much crime and hate and greed,
I feel an ever-growing need
To find a place secure and warm
To bide my time, wait out the storm.
The heavens promise Truth and Light,
But all I see is endless night.
I look for love to fill my cup.
I find someone and open up.
So many times that I've been burned,
My neighbor's name, I've never learned.
This mood will pass when I go home
And give my loving wife this poem.