I'LL NEVER KNOW LOVE AGAIN I'm at the end of my rope; You're gone and with you all hope of dreams coming true, of moments with you. Where roses used to bloom There's nothing left but gloom. Why am I feeling so blue? What's breaking my poor heart in two? Could it be the fear that I feel so clear That I'll never know love again? Why is the sky always gray? What makes me keep feeling this way? Are these blues I've got 'cause it's just my lot, That I'll never know love again? You took away the sun and Left me in the storm, You're the only one Whose arms can keep me warm. Though we have drifted apart, I'll always have you in my heart For a moment, Dear, paradise was near. But I'll never know love again. Song by Thomas Howard I VOLUNTEER A quiet walk, a tender touch, An eager smile can mean so much. I recall, as dawn breaks through, That all the little things we do Are simple pleasures filling days, And touching lives in many ways. I help a loved one find a gift. I'm there when spirits need a lift. I hold the hands of those in pain And listen as our guests explain Their tears of joy or tears of grief. My presence here provides relief. I start each morning with a prayer "Where there is need, let me be there." For little things I do each day, Help those I meet along the way, I'm a caring part of every shift; I Volunteer ... the priceless gift. Submitted by Otis Rainwater

(Editor's Note: We apologize to Peggy Adair for omitting her name as the writer of the poem "Jesus." in the column two weeks ago. We appreciate everyone's entries for the Writer's Corner. Please submit your poetry or short stories.)