His/Her mind is plaqued with suspicion
Of the motives if all hunkind,
His/Her heart is withered by a bitterness
He/She displays again and again.
He//She gropes in moral blindess
To which he/she clings to the end.
Yet he/she cries from the depths of compassion
And wonders why he/she hasn’t a friend.
Let me be of “guidance” in your life.