Hey friend,

in your shop, behind the desk,

in your bag, your stall

around that hallway?

Do you have any love in that bag for me?

A beam of light, maybe?

A bit of understanding?

Do you have anything in that cup

for me?

A taste of hope, a chance,

some color, a photo,

to tell my story?

Hey friend, behind that screen,

behind that desk,

behind that voice,

beside that podium.

Do you have some compassion for me?

A smile, maybe a bit of warmth?

Hey friend,

up in your second floor,

around your corner,

behind that door,

have you got something special,

something left over just for me?,

a joke,

a story that makes me smile,

that gives me hope,

that lightens my load

so that I will be excited,

for tomorrow?, and wait,

every  day,

for the rising of the dawn?

Something special,

just for me, so I can

chase my Bogeyman.

Away.