What's a brokenhearted lonely person to do?

The Bee Gees sang a song about it.

How do you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round?

Moreover how do you mend a heart that has been broken so many times that it's covered with thick scars?

A heart that wants to reach out and grab the strings of the kite of love as it's flying by, yet is apprehensive of the shock should another lightning storm be in the future.

The heart of a being that although feeling lonely, has found ways of enjoying life alone.

The heart of a being that would rather not be alone, yet lives with doubt that lasting romantic love for them exists.

The heart of a being who feels and cares, yet fears that a shot in the dark could be the final shot that will destroy whatever love it has left inside behind it's stony walls.

The heart of a being who has tried time and again to do it right only to find out it's the one thing in life they can not seem to do right.

The heart that seems to have accepted this and has learned how to go to bed and sleep at night with no tears of sadness. Has learned to push aside the loneliness so easily. Has learned to be happy, always smiling, dances to music from within, dances to rhythm's it hears in the raindrops, laughs when there seems to be no humor.

The heart that sees love, wants to reach out and touch it once again. Wants to taste it's sweetness one more time. Wants to feel the magic feelings it knows love can bring to the soul. Want's it's mind filled with the joys it knows are there.

Yet is sent running for cover and hiding as soon as the thought crosses it's path.

Some trees spend their entire life alone on top of a hill in the middle of a field. Giving shade to the creatures who come to play under it's limbs. Without loud words they teach wisdom about life as the soft breeze speaks through their leaves making others calm and causing them to ponder their own existence. Helping them to find answers, helping them to find their ways.

Could it possibly be that is the fate of some men?

Their purpose is to pass on what they've been taught and learned throughout life. Their use is to pass on hope to others who feel there is no hope. Give a breeze of soft thought provoking words to help others find their way or not feel so lonely in their plights and their own troubling times.

To stand tall with outstretched arms to give shade to the tired and weary and a safe place for the little ones to play. To provoke a smile for others who have lost their smile. To be like the sun, rise every day to offer warmth, feed and nourish the souls they touch then go on their way.

To take the love they have been given and shared during their lives and spread that love as far and wide as their lives and time allows.

To be a beacon of warning to those that need warned, a comforting blanket for those that need held and a shining star of hope that even though one may be alone there is still a purpose and use for their lives. A constant need for what they have and can share.

The first lyrics of that Bee Gees song were,

I can think of younger days when living for my life, was everything a man could want to do. I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow.

Well those with a badly scarred and broken heart have learned so much through the course of their life.

Some good and I reckon a whole lot of bad. Though when I really take the time to ponder that it seems to average out about equally.

We're no longer young and can now see the tomorrows. Maybe not many of our own, but the possible tomorrows of others. Sharing that which we learned can so often help others by giving them an ember of light when they hit the bottom of their hole and are sitting in dark despair. Can sometimes too help them before that, should they choose to heed our words before taking that plunge.

We can be there to comfort them as they experience the sorrows of life. Offer kind words in a soft voice to help bandage their wounds.

After all the greatest love one feels is the love that is given and shared...