Dear Sir,

Dear Sir,
Though I know the vagaries of it, I cannot claim familiarity;
It has been said, many times over the world around, that life is hard.
Accept not this fact without some fight
But wallowing in the pain of hardship does not move you out of them.
I am not in your shoes, and I cannot see through your eyes nor can I carry much of your load,
But I try and that is all I can do.
See me not just for what I am, but what I could be;
A beacon, a shoulder, an ear, a hand.
Take not your frustrations out on me;
I am no punching bag, no whipping boy.
My patience is long, but it too grows thin
Dear Sir,
Pick up your chin and open your eyes
On this road alone, you do not travel