He Has Been Waiting Poem by James Casey

He Has Been Waiting

With pain in your eyes you come to me
Along with your anxious hands and memory.
You need my shoulder, that, I can see
So, I am here, you can lean on me.

My hands hold yours, that are so cold
Standing here, to hear your story told.
I understand that your world been bold.
Here's my hands, they are yours to hold.

You have been alone in some desperate times.
Your struggle is sad and isolation is a crime.
In you there is so much you can not define
Embrace my hands, your pain will be mine.

It is hard to believe that no one can care
But, you have come to me and I am aware
What you've been dealing with elsewhere
So you can be soothed now there there...

Jim 1963