To be both witness brave and innocent,
observing life with one’s compassion strong,
hoping all company is time well spent,
with joy and sadness I’ll sing my song:
from days of spring with lambs bounding in jest,
to summer greetings falling off the lip,
we’re finding pure enjoyment, perfect rest:
this ecstasy of human fellowship.
But autumn’s message comes too late to warn
that winter’s spite can freeze once glowing hearts,
and we desecrate weak love with scorn.
Alas, forlorn with hate we’re torn apart.
Now I must stand alone beside my fear:
Could human contact be my corruption?
Avoid the negative: don’t keep them near,
Ask I: is solitude my solution?
If I’m to always lack sagacity,
come pray that someone kind will witness me!