Loneliness is the Greatest Poverty
Clothes I have, but I feel naked.
Food I have, but I’m hungry.
Shelter covers me, but I am exposed.
Possessions I have, but I am poor.
Your tender compassion could clothe my nakedness.
Your loving words could feed me.
Your warm hands could cover my weeping heart.
Make me rich, and I will in turn enrich you.
Give meaning to my life, and I give my life to you.
Love me and I will forever love you.
Pablo – September 1995
Written by Paul V Jennings