Emptiness

There are those that cry unto me,

and I would not refuse their plea,

but oh, what do I have to give,

in this empty life, that I live?

 

My cupboard is empty and bare,

so how much could I give from there?

Could my emptiness help someone?

For to count my alms, there is none.

 

Could all the needy waiting there,

find comfort in knowing I care?

I think not, for they would still be,

alone and empty, just like me.