The Travler Poem by Edward Grey

My hand if feeble
My life is frail
All my time has been spent
Walking a long trail

It stretches ever on
but to no avail
I have grown tired
I am now weak and frail

I have tried so hard to find
But to no avail
A friend who with me will walk this trail
My had has reached out
Weak though it may be
But others have just passed by me

So on I go
I have no other choice
The road before me
The past behind me

The past hold no hope
I cannot go back
The future is uncertain
I cannot turn back

So onward I go
More wearied with every day
I walk along trying to find someone who will say
Come on I’ll help
To stretch forth a hand
To pick me up out of the sand

Someone who will try
To help me when I cry
to pick me up
when I fall down
to help me up off the ground

But alas no one I see to help me