Unexpectedly, a helping hand arrived.
we both had tired eyes,
silently listening to each other’s worries.
strangely, even all the words
trying to convince ‘all will be okay’,
which we knew were not a guarantee,
they sounded strangely, yet familiarly reassuring.
of course, a life is to be lived by oneself,
and not helped by the others.
yet to see another person
walking a similar, seemingly eternal path
gave me a confidence
that perhaps
I can do this too.
9.29.2023
Ralph with Coffee 