Lenora Lloyd

A Gift

If a smile could cure all famine,
Do away with aching and hunger,
And quench your inner thirst,
If happiness could be food,

I would give you mine.

If caring could end all poverty,
Inter reality
And revive the rawness of dreams,
If a touch could be a shelter,

If affection could replace suffering,
Could eradicate all anguish
And create beauty and life,
If love could combat pain,

I would give you mine.

Yet, the cruel truth lives.
That love does not conquer,
That joy does not survive,
That hope soon can die.
So why guard them so closely
If once bestowed they may spread and thrive?