He cried out for help from the depths of his heart,
I had nothing to give him at all.
I smiled and said that I loved him
but left feeling helpless and small.
She stood as frightened as a deer
cornered by some vicious foe,
all I could do was reach out my hand
touch hers, then turn and go.
I met them again, he who cried for help
and she who was helpless with fear.
He smiled with joy as he saw me
and in her eye was a tear.
“You are the one who saved us,” they said,
“when life was hopeless and vain,
you gave a smile, your love and your hand
and life seemed worthwhile again.”
How many others would make it,
who take their own lives in despair
if only someone with nothing to give
but a smile or a touch had been there?
© 1973 Sharron R. (Glasstetter) McMillan