Invisible People Poem by Sonny Rainshine

There are people who love too much,
and who thrive on the human touch,
who luxuriate in the sweet confection
of friendship and warm affection.

There are men who’d die for it,
and women who’d cry if there lives weren’t lit
by the lamp of their children’s smile
even for awhile.

There are household pets
from whom the owner gets
strokes of happy gratitude
and the joy of an ascending mood.

But there are also people who live
lonely, sad, and captive
without the flow of the common thread
of love and instead

Go through their days
in ordinary ways
loveless, never missed.
Yes, they do exist.