Where Lonely Souls Dwell

Where are all the discarded and lonely;
who often feel they’re in hell?
Many live their lives; day to day; only;
in a place where lonely souls dwell.

Many wake up each day; with nothing to do;
and no meaningful place to go;
waiting for family; or a friend; to come through;
or, at least, a friend that they know.

They soon come to feel there’s no one to care;
feeling discarded and forgottten;
wherever they turn; there’s no one there;
munching on an apple; become rotten.

Some of them live in a beautiful house;
a ward of a family; gone on vacation;
servants come and go; quiet as a mouse.
Their life, now, a form of stagnation.

Many others now live in a nursing home;
with others who share their plight;
tho, nothing’s a home; when you’re alone;
no difference between day and night.

Meanwhile; nearby, there lives a neighbor;
a friend who’d been commanded to love;
sometimes it only takes a gift or a favor;
while God, in heaven, sees from above.

Many are too busy to visit those forgotten;
even their family or friends;
to the Master; they’re his children begotten;
so, the Angel of Death descends.

In death; the busy neighbors, find the time;
but, to the Master; they all were too late;
all the lonely souls; are in heaven sublime;
love wasn’t created to wait.

Monty 7/8/24. # 2,213