A wounded heart 

In a moving cart

Eating up the distance

Of its path 

No traveller on the road

Stops to peer in

Take and fix the heart

And place it back in

No traveller in the valley

Stops to join the cart

Give it a little company

And cheer up the heart

No traveller on the lane

Bothers to take a glance

At the poor heart in pain

It doesn't have a chance

It's alone and it's  gloomy

In the pour of the rain

It knows it'll keep going forward

And never turn back again

It's always moving

Always in gloom

It wonders when the next spring

Will bring back its  bloom

But spring was way ahead

Of the ever-growing bend

It would never come till

A traveller joined the cart to the end

It was coming close to the end

The bend, the bend, the bend

It looked around but no spring...

He realised, he never had a true friend.....