A distressed soul had called to me
and though I knew not how to help
I made a time her plight to see.
I told a friend what I would do.
He’d been a help to me before,
and quickly said, ‘I’ll come with you.’
We learnt the tale of her distress
And though it was too much for one,
together we could make it less.
Glad of his help, I asked him how
we’d go about the task ahead.
But then he said, ‘I can’t just now.’
My heart stood still. What could I do
to keep our promise firmly made?
‘Why not?’ I said. ‘We both need you.
‘Why did you come? You knew her plight,
and now we’ve raised her hopes in vain.’
Shamefaced, he pleaded, ‘Don’t let’s fight.
‘It seemed a heaven-sent excuse
to be with you. I love you so.’
‘But love–‘ I said. Oh, what’s the use?