Otis’ Song

BY DR. AGONSON

When you have no one, then you are no one.
When there’s no one there beside you,
there is darkness deep inside you,
and you have no one, and you are no one.
Hold my hand, please, someone meet me.
I’m afraid, please, someone greet me,
for I have no one, and I am no one.

I can see them all around me,
and their faces warmly glow
upon bosom kindred spirits.
A look I’ll never know.

And there is no one, and I’ll be no one,
and I am no one, and there is no one.

(Forgive me my singing, for God gave me no more than an adequate voice for music. Yet, this is, though out of the ordinary for me, written with music in mind.)