If

If I were a baby small
My parents left for dead
Would you be a friend to me
And find for me a bed

If I were a refugee
No country to call home
Would you be a friend to me
Or would I be alone

If I were a man so poor
Not eaten for a week
Would you be a friend to me
And give me food to eat

In the world in troubled times
Our hearts must try to hear
We can help our friends in need
If we remove our fear

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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