Blankets Of Gold

I can  feel your spirit  reaching out to  me.

I can  feel its closeness, but  what is it that I see?

I see   myself  trying, trying  hard to live

Asking all of others, others who have  little left to give.

What can I give to show you that I care?
Surely  there is  something, something we can share?

My empty  life is offering its all

To  hands that are reaching  and  damaged by the fall

I can offer wisdom

I can offer gold

Each can be a blanket

To keep you from the cold

You can take my wisdom?

You can spend  my gold?

Let us share the blankets

To  keep us from the cold.

We each have trod the lonely path

And each of us has found the road too rough

I can bare for us to share if you believe that sharing  is enough

           Mistakes we leave behind us

           Bitter blows for which  we must atone

Shall we stride the path together or struggle down that lonely road  alone?

I can offer wisdom

I can offer gold

Each can be a blanket

To keep you from the cold

You can take my wisdom?

You can spend  my gold?

Let us share the blankets

To  keep us from the cold.

Together  we are strong

Together,  we belong

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