Shoulders

Many tears have run
over my shoulder
many hearts have shared
there troubles with me,
many heads have rested
in my comfort
for I help freely.
I share what little I can
and accept you as you are
I judge not what I hear
and love you all the same
So when you are healed
and feeling good again
think of this small thing
remember me in my pain
for who do I go to
who has a shoulder
for me to cry on ?

eb 3 November 2004 (east london)