What if Atlas Had Help?

What If Atlas Had Help?

Always contacting, seldom contacted.

Always asking, rarely been asked.

Always wishing, lately not realizing.

Always wanting, no longer wanted.

How do I appear before you all,

As merely an amusing specimen?

Am I lacking in your favored token?

Perhaps in name only, friend,

but something altogether different

in our conduct.

I know not why my treatment is so,

Or what it is that I work to show,

Or indeed what it is in me

That could so unworthy be.

I know only that my effort seems

To little satisfy my dreams.

Would so dreary poor Atlas be,

If he could but look around and see

Some comrade, some fellow soul, such as thee?

But were it thee he relied upon for sympathy

Our poor Titan’s lot would only harder be

Wrecked by his hope slowly perished.

A man little needed or cared for by his friends

Is like a discarded childhood toy,

Cast aside, not for its abilities, but for lacking a connection.