A short poem....

HELPLESS …

My hands are tied , and my legs strangled.

I am helpless..

Helpless cause I cant help..

Am happy when am helping ma dear ones,

but sad that they are there,

and now I am empty ,lonely , and sad that I have no one,

none to help to hold their tears, and make them happy .

Still am happy , that no dear ones are unhappy.

But still am sad I cant help.............