Beneath These Weary Bones Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Inside beneath these weary bones
Underneath these muscles and tendons
and thin armour of flesh
Is a weary heart, struggling to beat
Filled with empty longing and weariness
That sinks inside this hollow chest
and knows no rest
No lingering sense happiness
Just restlessness, mixed with lonliness
and hopelessness

But for others a small candle flickers
For other's I feel a flame
Can't stand to see others suffer
and hurt inside and feel the weight of blame
I'm like them, I wish to say
I understand so well
I'm just the same
Seeking for a true home where there is love
Where somone treasures me and misses me
When they hear my name

So kindness is what I have to give
It comes from somewhere deep inside
I don't know where it comes from I confide
Life feels like I'm just along for the ride
And if I've learned a hard lesson or two
I wish to make some good of it
To share it with you
So it might spare you a pain undue
or lighten the load life placed on you

I'm just trying my best to make sense of this life too
and dream that only love can see me through
So caring is my gift to you
Seems the least I can do
Knowing inside what I do
And if our hearts should touch
It might mean little or might mean much
For sad moments will oneday pass
But the memory of kindness will last