And there are moments when there is nothing left to give. <br />The empty souls can do nothing now but hold on with their finger tips. <br />With nothing to spark the energy they must daily muster, <br />There is nothing, left at all. <br />And so they slip into the void for an hour or so. <br />Trying to recollect scraps of hope and bits of energy, <br />Only to keep going. <br />That is all they want sometimes, <br />To manage to get on by. <br />Sometimes it is all we can manage. <br />And a heartful of failures <br />And slams of doors in hopeful faces, <br />Drain, drain what little they have left. <br />But they hold feeble heads as high as their necks will permit <br />And they walk the walk, <br />When their feet don't know how to continue to take a step.<br /><br />Rita Shay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaves-fall-off-trees/
