Suckling child, cry on for want
of answered need, for warmth and love.
Helpless in your longing, cry
for succour from life.

Child of hope, for dreams afar
longing, long for worth of life
to reach high and sure,
for succour from life.

Young man, you who strive
emptied, past years for dreams.
A distant horizon line remains,
for succour from life.

Wife of a cold heart, entrenched
in life’s ritual pattern, sucking child
clings to your remnant love,
for succour from life.

Old woman of the widow years.
Silent is your tongue of tales.
For a life’s howl of grief, crying
for succour from life.