Melia Poem by Paul Butters

Like patients in a mental ward we share our thoughts:
Our paranoia, hopes and dreams, and fondest memories.
Your battles with your brother, mum and dad;
My sibling sister issues and family strife.
Our gripes with management,
Our quest for Miss and Mister Right.
That endless search for Meaning to our humdrum lives.
For Soul Mates we most probably are,
Yet sadly, Lovers we could never be!
We reach for Purpose,
And share the Love of God.