Some of us;
May wander this Earth;
And feel like our purpose;
Is to give birth.

But, not everyone is meant;
To have the same story;
If that were true;
There would be no glory.

One is not supposed to get along;
With every other soul;
But, one can choose to try to fill up;
An empty hole.

So, don't be afraid;
To ask for aid;
If one doesn't fade;
One has a chance to have it made.