There are those who often wonder
What their purpose is in life.
Some walk the path of plunder,
Some walk the path of strife
Some find their lot in worldly things,
Some in the beauty of a hill,
Others work and work and praises sing,
Of the beauty of their pill
But our simple purpose in this space:
Loving those found at their worst.
For love, if left in the proper place
Like raindrops, ends the thirst.