Searching

This is a poem I wrote many years ago
after the death of my father. I was in
despear, but time heals the pain.

Searching

Searching, searching, but never finding
A friend who is understanding.
Some men plead for things they need,
And others are so demanding.

Where is my father, where is my friend,
To listen to my despair.
I search every place for a warm loving face,
But no one seems to be there.

In younger years when life was sweet,
We were keepers of our brothers.
Now things move fast and never last,
And we can't be bothered by others.

Strangers pass, but never care,
About the problems that each might face.
With hearts of stone, they walk alone,
Just members of the human rat race.

Where are we going, where are we now,
And tell where have we been.
Searching forever, but finding it never,
A place in this world to begin.