'What Is There Left? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

What does one make?
When all else is had?
How does one feel happy?
When all they've ever felt is sad?

What is there left to make?
When you've seemed to have made it all?
What does one cry out for in life?
When you've now taken poverties long fall?

What does one reach for?
When all the strings you're grabbing seem frayed?
Where do you live now?
When all places available are paid?

Who do you call on?
When your life seems at its very end?
Why not call on a man named, ” Jesus? ”
He is mankind’s only truest of truest friends.