Chipped Cups

 These melting hearts
The few of us have
That cannot escape the moment
Without uttering yes

The self-proclaimed wise
Tsk, tsk us and say
I’ve a number for you
They’ll fix it all up

The think’d wiser-still
Warn, no one can save you
And you’re weak
If you hope for who’d try

Let us tell what we’ve found
No call, no warn’ will we heed
For the hand and the kiss
Of a Friend, it helps heal