unable to swim,
unable to breath,
down deep where no one could see me.
and i would to ask God, why is this happening to me ???
then I heard your words, was able to see the tears hiding not so far
beyond your smiles.
then I saw you crying at your desk, without concious thought i was
able to get up and lay a hand on your shoulder and was able to talk to
you. let you know that you are not alone.
later i understood.
later i was able to look back and see.
helping hands. all we have is each other. strangers in the night are
not so strange.
the same way that strangers helped me, i understand now.
round and round we go on the circle of life...
G. M. Roaman