No Passions

In lives devoid of toil and task
They find no purpose, wear a mask
No hobbies fill their empty days
In twilight years, in endless haze

They drift through life, a solemn sea
No passions bloom, no dreams set free
Their aging hearts, with sadness ache
As workless years their spirits break

Yet hope can spark, like morning's ray
When purpose finds its destined way
For in each soul, a fire may ignite
To banish darkness, embrace the light

For life's a canvas, waiting to be filled
With colors vibrant, dreams distilled
In labor's dance, or a hobby's song
They'll find their place, where they belong

So let us reach out, lend a hand
To help them find their promised land
In work or art, a passion found
A brighter world on common ground